Well, as usual I waited until the very last minute to finish my taxes. Our sons still have me do theirs, the price is right for them and I complete them as soon as the paperwork comes in. Mine, no, I dawdle until the last day for no particular reason.
I did Greg's taxes this year; it is the last time for as long as this journey of his residence in the NCDOC is part of his world. So the end of his financial freedom is here as well. Already, the State of NC retained his refund as payment to NC court system. For what, I don't know, but I hope it contributes to his fines, lawyers’ fees and etc. Chapter closed and I am sad.
So the last two years have been preparation metaphorically and logistically of doors closing behind my son Greg and my dreams of his future. Don't get me wrong, I am not giving up, it’s just that the future won't look anything like the one I envisioned.
So I close the door on this financial year, the accounting of the value of my hours, not my tears, my dollars earned and dispersed, not laughter shared and love received, the tally of past wages compared to future earning and no accounting for the hope and prayers that brought us through the passage of time.
One more chapter finished. Onward, counting the days, hours, months and years to come, as I did this one. One day at a time.
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