This week, I got Dad's 2011 taxes finalized and sent. It was horrible. Dad seems to have decided last March that he didn't need to keep tax documents anymore. And I have spent months searching out all his investment companies and banks to get replacement documents. HE had no idea who they were, of course, but thank goodness for required quarterly statements and postal forwarding! I finally found them all and contacted them for replacement tax forms. Some needed several requests, but in the end, all were GOT!
AND I got the sales documents for Dad's house in FL signed, notarized, and witnessed. And FedEx'd to the realtor (an adventure in itself).
So, how did Dad thank me for these months of effort? He asked for a listing of all his funds. And then he quizzed me about how accurate they all were. Like I would know if the monthly or quarterly statements were lies?
I spent an hour sitting by his chair after dinner answering all his (often inane) questions patiently and repeatedly. Did I mention repeatedly? And repeatedly? And often?
He is SURE I missed some investment fund somewhere. I explained that all investment funds send regular statements of net worth, but he is sure there are some I haven't (had the wit) to find. Old people are maddening... And Dad is (and always has been) stupidly insulting.
But at least I have the taxes and house sale finished. Everything from here on out should be just repeated stupid questions and I spent years in my career answering repeated stupid questions.
I just never thought I would have to keep doing it after I retired...