When I first started looking into my dear departed husbands accounts, it quickly became apparent he was complicated. Yup. Since I wasn’t smart enough to record all his passwords, or rather I kept the records “in a safe place” it has been less than organized. In fact, its become a friggin mess! And yet, my menno-stubbornness prevails!
Once the hurdle of an official death certificate was overcome, it helped a lot. So proof in hand I made a list - which I promptly lost - only to rediscover it a week later.
Thank goodness for some amazing friends coming to my rescue! For coffee, for patience - works wonders. First mom - every day “are you eating.” When she discovered my coffee and chocolate diet. I mean I was too numb to cook. Thank you to friends bringing prepared meals , you rock.Now its out to my fav coffee shops for some vittles in the a.m. Not forever, just for now.
Needing to regain a feeling of control I decided to sell and donate some “stuff”. To assist John’s long time buddy Bubba came from Vancouver and we tackled our storage C Can. My my…a Lot of stuff. In no particular order he discovered 2,436 screwdrivers of all sizes, and 893 hex keys. Lol. “Did Mac get a set every time he needed one?” Perhaps…lol but in his defence none were in a central location. So while we sorted “stuff” and I'd exclaim I’d found some…lol he would mutter “damn MacArthur” Lol but we made progress, he got things organized and now everyone gets screwdrivers as lovely hostess gifts. Lol
Recently I had advertised “stuff” on Facebook Marketplace. And stuff sold! But although I appreciate support should a buyer discover my recent loss and want to hug me Ive had to quickly decline - mostly because hugs from strangers are a bit uncomfortable. Am I hugged out? No…I just needed a wee break.
The overwhelming outpouring of kindness has humbled me. John had so many friends, he’d touch so many lives - all over the world. Whether his Zoom Masonic brother in Scotland, to messages from Germany, all over the USA and Canada, its been wonderful.
Today I discovered Ive misplaced (lost is such a nasty word) my sweeties bank card. Oopsy. So that creates more work, lol just what I need. Tomorrow I’m driving south to Campbell River to collect his ashes. I know it will be exhausting. So I have decided to book a room to overnight at Painters Lodge. Its a place we always said we wanted to stay at, and so we will.
I will survive all of this grief. It sneaks up on me at the strangest times. But mostly I am filled with joyous memories. They give me smiles, warm fuzzies, and for that I am thankful.
Fair winds and following seas my darling!
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