Momma’s last gift
When Mom passed, I went through her room to take inventory of it.
I found some moolah. Nice.
Her best friend/frenemy had said oh I remember she was the queen of “ducking” money. Did you find any.
I said yep, she kept that up to the end.
I still have her purse with a few bucks in it. I am saving it for my birthday or some other sort of moment where I can let her “treat” me one last time.
Pretty sure I found everything in the first month.
Then I got my taxes done yesterday, and got a tiny windfall for being able to put her on my taxes. Which I hadn’t done in years.
It was very weird going in there. I had taken Mom there to enroll in Obamacare a decade ago. Gabe (the manager) and Heather (my accountant and insurance rep) remember us fondly.
Every year, they ask me how mom is.
This year, I was like well she passed last June, but I love you for taking such good care of her while she was here.
Heather and I cried. It was so surreal, remembering Mom at that very desk with me, having to trust that we were going to get her healthcare.
I told Heather, it’s because of her that Mom got to start treatments. And that she had a little Social Security in the end too.
Not much, but we wouldn’t have had it otherwise.
God, we only had that for a year. My colleagues had railed about why we should delay her collecting and I listened to them. Man we could have had four years of payments instead of one.
Anyway.
I’ll have to look at how much of my final return was thanks to momma, but it was substantial. Heather even said, that total is going to be half that next year.
Thank you, Momma. For doing so much to take care of me for my whole life and, now, your afterlife.