We don’t want firsts, firsts are for happy, developing children. Tonight I had filled out our forms for our eye exams and my new lenses. He had to sign. Absolutely couldn’t in any way. He tried so hard.
I felt sorry for him and kind of joked that I’d just forge his signature and all would be Ok – he had a faraway look in his eyes – we both knew.
Anyway, have POA so just have to make copies for all the people we deal with “officially” and send them off.
Slowly, I have been changing all the accounts over to my name – the least worrisome or important give me the most hassle! (Sea*s, for example) Was so pleased with our cells provider – when I canceled his cell, she was incredibly understanding. Said she did need to verify with him so told her I’d call when he is awake – no, no, I’ll just do it. Also, she put the account in my name so we won’t run into this again. (She could see the phone had not been used in many months.)
A few years ago I was dealing with a med/dental provider and she asked my PW (which is no longer used). I replied “oldman” – we both burst out laughing – sick humor. I had not intentionally chosen that – it just popped into my head years ago when I set up.
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I think that is what I felt for you before–firsts are not the happy times we celebrate, but losses, each one causing more of the load to fall on you. You are wise and brave to laugh when you can. Crying is helpful too. Your love is all over each word. Hope you laugh today. love, annie
I know how hard it is for you. I don’t mean to your experience to mine, but I remember having to do some of that. It’s hard no matter how or when. The tears are o.k.
I said, “Bless her heart” to someone the other day as we were talking about someone. I was reminded that was a southern expression. I don’t know if that’s so, but I say to you, “Bless your heart.”
Bless your heart. I like that, Beverly. Don’t know if it’s a southern expression – my mom used to say that and we live in Canada.
JeanMac – I do hear ya. I am also going through changing accounts and everything else to my name. The good thing in all this (ya gotta look for the silver linings) is that we do have some time to prepare.
A friend of mine’s husband went out for a bike ride one morning and never came back. He was only 60, I think and had a heart attack. What an awful shock for her.
And yes – we have to laugh. Sometimes cry too, but making jokes about everyday little things helps lift our spirits.
Hugs.
W