Today I woke up to a call from the lawyer. Evidently a collections agency has been blowing up his office with calls to settle Dad's biggest debt. I took the reigns and called them to get things taken care of. The last year of Dad's life was spent living on one of his credit cards, as he didn't have much income coming in. The lady on the other end of the phone expressed her cardboard condolences and we set to haggling. I was able to talk her down a quarter of the debt owed and took it. After all, it was all true debt. Dad paid for our last meal together on that card. I gave the lady the appropriate information and washed my hands of it.
My second task today was to head to the IRS office over off of Highway 169 to get the particulars on the taxes Dad owed for 2009. I'd never been there before, and I was surprised at how high security the office was. Guard kiosks, metal detectors, the whole nine yards. The whole process there was much easier than I expected, as I walked out with the information I needed in about twenty minutes. Once again, a stranger offered their half-hearted condolences as I wrapped up. They didn't know my father. The don't know me. I remember being irked that a coworker of Dad's was so callous when I was returning some of his work supplies, days after his passing. Now it seems I've turned a corner, and strangers offering condolences just make me sigh.
Every day brings the final date of closure a bit closer. I have held onto the administration duties as a duty to my father's memory and have carried out what needs to be done with respect and patience. Once it's over, I don't know what's going to happen. Maybe I'll be just fine. Maybe I'll try to find something to fill that void of responsibility. I'll be relieved that it's over. I'll also wish I had something else I could do for Dad.
When my brother and I get together, he's all we talk about. The good memories, the stories we've heard a hundred times. There is plenty of laughter. I still have other people that ask how I'm doing once in awhile. I'm doing well most of the time, and certainly I'm doing well at work. It's not the place for such things. It's still in the emptiness of home when I am abducted by sorrow. I miss him so much. And it sucks that new people in my life will never get a chance to meet him.