Thursday at 10:30 AM I get the privilege of standing in front of a judge and testifying that Maggie was my wife, and that she died, and that we didn’t have any kids. After that’s complete I’ll get a document called a Letter of Administration that will finally allow me to start closing Maggie’s accounts, filing tax returns and doing other things that have been held up by the legal system.
If I peel back my layers of frustration and anger with all who have been involved in delaying this matter for so long, I find that I feel a whole range of emotions, from sadness, to disbelief to, well, even relief.
One year ago things were so different. It’s hard to get my head around this still.