buggers

So my Aunt Grace's estate is about to be finished. She remembered me (and nine other people and her church) in her will. I received the "informal" accounting from the "lawyer" late last week. I need to have my signature witnessed and notarized and return the documents to the "lawyer" as soon as possible.

Why, you ask, do I put quotes around the word lawyer? Well, let me just say that Tri-pony and Tri-pony are, by my estimation, the cheapest crappiest attorneys the executors could have chosen. Misspellings? Wrong names and addresses? Nothing mailed with return receipt? The accounting looks like it was done by someone with severe math impairment. Oh, and I can't reconcile the numbers. There's something between $2,500 and $2,700 discrepancy. Since this is an "informal" accounting, there's no way for me to know.

This is small potatoes, all in all. Aunt Grace was kind to me and I am grateful. But when I did the accounting for my mother's estate, I got to within $.30 of reconciling. It probably took a few years off my life (there were many securities and lots of gains and losses to account for) but my mother had been a bookkeeper and was a wiz with numbers. I took pride in living up to her expectations - okay, maybe this was the only time, but still - in handling her estate.

So looking at this garbage from the dirt-bag who was supposed to have taken care of my aunt in her last months and the dirt-bag attorney who is too stupid to use a spell-checker (what's a diburment?) kinda pushes my peeve buttons. Caring for an elder is an honor, as well as a huge responsibility. Carrying out that person's last wishes is no different.

At least that's how it looks to me. I can challenge the accounting, which will mean it would have to be audited by the State of New Joy Sea, which will only cost all of us some of our inheritance. Or I can let it go.

I know I can hold my head up when it comes to how I cared for Aunt Grace, even though I know I broke her heart when I told her we were leaving New Joy Sea. And I am grateful for the small sum she left me. The problem with the accounting is of no consequence, all in all.

When this is all over, I hope to be able to forget. Forgiving will be much more difficult to do.