Last week I sent a lot of money to my sister, and I am so very thankful to have done it.
It was the final payment to her from dad’s estate and included, finally, the money we’d been waiting for from the Public Trustee’s office.
This was the money to dad from his brother Reynold’s estate. The rest of the family got theirs nearly a year ago, but dad’s estate was supposed to go to probate and that held up things for me. Rules changed recently and that allowed me to sign some papers instead. I’m very grateful for this change.
The cheque from the Public Trustee’s office arrived last Wednesday. I deposited it the same day.
On Thursday I had a bank draft made up and sent it by registered mail to my sister after looking up her postal code on line. She gave me her mailing address, a PO Box, several months ago, but declined to provide said code. I am grateful that it was so easy to find. I could have gone to the Post Office and looked it up in the big book of postal codes, but this was easier. I did check the book after I sent it and it looked like a different code than the one I found on line.
Oh, well. Makes things interesting.
The matters are very nearly complete. When my sister calls to whine/complain/swear/ at me for sending her the money and I confirm she has put it in her bank account I will call this part of it done.
I am keeping the estate account open for a few more months on advice of the nice people at the bank.
It’s a good idea. I’m grateful they suggested it.
