Death and Taxes

"In this world nothing is certain but death and taxes."

-Ben Franklin

This little statement has taken on a new meaning for me this year. A yearly tradition for my dad and I was sitting down together to do my taxes. As I started, I sent out this Twitter/Facebook update:
Working on my taxes for the first time without my dad. As if either of those realities didn't suck enough, they're combined tonight.
So, at 5:30, I headed up to my mom's store, sat at the computer my dad would use to figure it all up, and went to work. As terrible as I thought it would be, it was actually very enjoyable. I'm sure it helped that we have a nice return coming to us (thank you Katylynn... adoption is a HUGE tax break!), but I think it was a great way to remember and rejoice in what an awesome dad I've been blessed with.

• For the past 10 years, he did this for me. For 6 of those years, he did it without a computer program. He did it, as much of what he did, without complaint or frustration or expecting anything in return.
  
• Everything on the tax program he used was in incredible order. We had never once talked about what I would do if something happened to him, but it was set up perfectly for me to pick up and run with it.
• He had prepped me to use the program much better than I realized. He subtly had taught me the ins and outs of figuring up things as he explained how to enter the figures and deductions in.

Oddly enough, two wrongs made a right for me last night. It was good for me.