So without indulging you in too much information, I have become my dads executor of his estate. His house(s), money, cars, etc. I own all of it.

No, my dad did not die. He is not on a respirator or feeding tube. I am just hoping that this period and series of events do not last long. I hope he has a speedy recovery.

I worry for my little sister. I worry that I may make the wrong decisions. I am going to have a stressful next few days/ weeks/ months.

This means a lot of paper work, payments, legal jargon, etc.

The good thing is that I have resources that he has set for me to work with. I can pay off the house, buy things if needed.

I just hope my job alone is enough to sustain what we have now. I make good money, but I am not rich... and neither was (is) my dad.

Gggrrrruhhhh.

I may have to cancel some upcoming conventions I was to attend. I will also have to adjust my monthly expenses.

Ain't my life interesting? <=_____=>