Forewarned Is Forearmed
Dec. 15th, 2022 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloWe're preparing for the inevitable.
The authorities require every document relating to a person- apart from their last shopping list and their teenage diaries- before they'll register a death. The way they spy on us these days you'd think they'd have all that material available at the touch of a key.
My sister has some of these documents and we have others, but neither family has copies of my mother's wedding certificate. I can rustle up my grandfather's birth certificate (he was born in 1891) and various other random and irrelevant sheets of paper but not that. "Why on earth do they need it?" I ask. And Ailz replies, "Because it records her change of surname." We order up a copy online. It should arrive tomorrow.
We found the printed sheet- torn from some unknown person's funeral service ( I knew it existed but not where we'd put it)- on which my mother has noted that she'd like the text by Rabindranath Tagore spoken at her own funeral. It's nice and upbeat and I'll be happy to read it. Rabindranath Tagore, well I never....
The Nursing home are comfortingly efficient. They have a favourite funeral director they'll contact to save us the trouble. It's something I'm grateful for...
The authorities require every document relating to a person- apart from their last shopping list and their teenage diaries- before they'll register a death. The way they spy on us these days you'd think they'd have all that material available at the touch of a key.
My sister has some of these documents and we have others, but neither family has copies of my mother's wedding certificate. I can rustle up my grandfather's birth certificate (he was born in 1891) and various other random and irrelevant sheets of paper but not that. "Why on earth do they need it?" I ask. And Ailz replies, "Because it records her change of surname." We order up a copy online. It should arrive tomorrow.
We found the printed sheet- torn from some unknown person's funeral service ( I knew it existed but not where we'd put it)- on which my mother has noted that she'd like the text by Rabindranath Tagore spoken at her own funeral. It's nice and upbeat and I'll be happy to read it. Rabindranath Tagore, well I never....
The Nursing home are comfortingly efficient. They have a favourite funeral director they'll contact to save us the trouble. It's something I'm grateful for...
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