Reading, reading

After a torturous journey of fits and starts and big stretches of waiting with no break in the stress, the roof permit was finally, finally, FINALLY approved. Which meant the house was at last sold. But honestly, that permit almost broke me. The house sale is almost anti-climactic in comparison. So many people meant well and wanted to help, but we had to go through every single step, sometimes twice, and very few people could actually complete those steps. It is a testament to my personal growth that I held my temper and did not go off on anyone, even when they cost me sleepless nights or hot anxious tears or thousands of dollars in extra fees.

But it's over. The permit is done. My obligation to Cape Coral is finished. The house is sold.

The estate is closing up too; I signed the last few documents and those checks should get sent out to us each hopefully this week.

Then the memorial and water burial is in two weeks. My parents will truly be gone.

I miss them so much. I want to call my mom every day. I want to play Lexulous with my dad.

I am glad they were able to leave us money; it's a really nice nest egg that I can use to improve my own house (which they would love as they constantly did home improvement) and put the rest aside for our retirement days. But I would rather have them than the money.