Welcome to my Parlour ...
~ Go dtugtar breith orainn dá réir ár ngníomhartha. ~
(Let us, by our actions, be judged)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
She has never in her life known what it is like to go without, to live paycheque to paycheque, to barely survive in a hand to mouth existence. I, on the other hand, have known almost nothing else since moving out of my parents' home at 17.
Though I, at first, got really angry when I got her email yesterday ... I gradually moved towards something akin to sadness/pity the longer I reflected upon the internal thought processes that must have resulted in her feeling so strong a need to control even the disbursement of our inheritances. How sad her world must be for her to be so untrusting towards everything. How shallow her life that she doesn't think I know my opinion matters not one bit. I got a tiny glimpse of the mental processes behind her email and could only be grateful that her's is not a world I share.
It looks like the short-term solution will come about in mid-April. I can work with that. The lawyer is going to be away from March 31 to April 12 dealing with personal matters in NZ and things will get moving shortly after his return.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
So, here I am at 4am the morning after I've received word that the estate has been granted probate ... Sleepless.
My mind is spinning as I have learned the full size of my inheritance and, quite frankly, I'm overwhelmed. I'm stunned and have worked my way from shocked disbelief, through hysterical laughter and tears, and into exhausted incomprehension. I instantly went ice cold upon reading the lawyer's email and tried to contact Kara to get her to come home. Couldn't immediately reach her, so I posted to FB about needing to breathe. Jasper IM'ed me almost immediately and we chatted, with his gentle sense of humour keeping me grounded until I could get ahold of Kara.
I think she's in almost as much shock as I am, but she was so good about trying to keep me level as my emotions ranged from calm to teary and on to quietly optimistic. I'm not even able to fully process the extent of the relief I'm feeling just by knowing what the timeframe is for progress now. That dreadful holding pattern is over and, even though it's likely going to take a couple of more months before all the legalities are settled, I can function knowing what the timeframe is.
Now, if I could only catch my breath ...