Everyone dreads April 15, right? The stress, the pressure, the deadline, all the papers and math involved. And for some reason, I always feel like I might end up in jail afterward.
I was the one who gathered up all the papers and delivered them to the accountant. When they came back, Tom was the one who read everything thoroughly and put little red post-it arrows near every line I was supposed to sign.
This was the first tax season without him. It was going okay, I did all of the leg work like normal. All of the forms came back as expected. I was ready to do it. I am smart, I can do it.
I started flipping through feeling less confident. But then I stopped. I couldn’t do any more.
Because Dec. is written all over my tax forms
It doesn’t mean December, it means deceased.
This is something that most people don’t know.
The reminders never end.
The term Dec. is throughout my tax form.
“Shut up! Stop reminding me! As if I could ever forget!“ I want to shout to no one.
Instead, I put everything back in the folder and saved it for another day.
