In a couple of other venues, I have claimed to be all tied up in the administrivia that follows the demise of a loved one. We’re intermittently busy packing up Mom’s apartment and handling the things that must be done. Yesterday was a milestone of sorts: The crematory called to say Mom was ready (there really is no good way to put that, is there?) so my sister and I went to pick up the cremains and death certificates. Today I canceled the cable and Internet account. The last bits of medical equipment have been sent back. And sympathy cards are coming in.
Sunday is another milestone when her obituary appears in the local newspaper. Yeah, I know, how quaint, a printed obit.
I’m holding up OK. I actually haven’t had a big crying jag yet, which surprises me. I don’t think I’m failing to recognize the gravity of the situation. It might be more like I was there all along, trying to keep things together while watching the inevitable developments. The Monday before she died, we were playing CDs for her and Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” had me in tears for a bit. I’m expecting a bigger impact at some random point in the near future, I guess. I’m glad to be functional now, though, because stuff still needs to get done.
I’ll write about something else soon, I promise.