A Psychic?!

My dad with me on the way back from getting
some firewood the September before he died.

I'm currently whittling my way through something called probate (something you have to do when you are the executor to an estate). I'm actually signing over the deed to my parents' house this week, working with a probate lawyer on a few other nightmares and trying to decide what to do with some unsettled finances.

This is where the psychic comes in!

Apparently, my mom's best friend spoke with my sister this week and she went to a psychic (I would never guess her to see a psychic, but hey - it was for charity!). She learned that my parents are apparently with my sister night and day, never leaving her side! WOW! Even if you don't believe in spirits and psychics, the idea just makes you feel better. She was also told that their son, which would be me, needs to "tell them what I want!" Tell whom, exactly? That's the big question!

Are they referencing love, money, jobs? I know my mom wanted me to marry Matthew and have babies, but she knows I do what I want.. I know my parents pretty much trust me to do what I please in the job arena as well. So the big things are pretty much settled. The one thing I can think of is... these damn unsettled accounts!

So yes, as non-romantic and life changing as it may seem, I feel that if there was one thing my parents would want, it would be to "tell them [finance folks] exactly what I want [long list of options]."

Consider that one of the last things my dad said as he was dying in the hospital, gasping for breath, was that we return his medical equipment and call his medical suppliers so that no extra fees would be assessed and equipment delivered. He made us promise to do this immediately following his passing. I think it gave him a sense of cohesion, a sense of still being our father, dictating as he always did, and of reassuring us that life needs to go on - and more importantly, go on as scheduled. Because he was an hour early for every appointment in his life after all...

I can only imagine how much anxiety my dad would have knowing that I might wait until the last possible month to file some of these papers!

I'd better get moving.