Nothing is easy. Dad can’t even be cremated now until a court date on Nov. 28th that determines whether or not he was still married to the Worst Person in the World at the time of his death. If she wins, she takes everything, and my brother and I are left with nothing. Supposedly we have an excellent case.

This thing keeps unfolding faster than I can even write about it. Normally I’d be writing everything down in detail (that’s how I best process things, by writing about them), but the most I can manage so far is short posts.