My mom started grandmother’s books for her six grandchildren but there’s just a bunch of stuff, photos, and handwritten pages in a box. I need to go through everything and make copies and then assemble it all.
I’ve been out of sorts and even had Covid this week. My home test was negative, and symptoms were slight, but a heart rate of 155 at 5am convinced me it was time to go to the ER. (This is my second Covid dx and the symptoms were much different; Paxlovid both times).
My big accomplishment last week: reading Kristen Hannah’s The Women cover to cover. Vietnam was a big part of my childhood (including a cousin shot down over Laos, he was an only child, MIA, never identified).
I’m tired of being tired, feeling like I am swimming upstream. I cried when I looked at the tax forms. On Monday, I’ll call the CPA and ask how I am supposed to sign his name.
Don’t tell anyone — I needed to escape — I drove to my daughter’s house this afternoon. I’ll go home either tomorrow or Monday morning.
@Mom22039 : Do whatever you need to do. I hope your daughter makes you tea and offers you a quiet guest room.
We had my older brother’s funeral and “celebration of life” today. It was very well attended many many stayed for the mass, came to the burial and even 150 joined us for a late lunch after the service. People flew in from as far away as Japan for this event, as well as FL, CA and NYC.
A foundation will be established in his name to help continue the good work he did in this life. We have contacted an attorney and making steps to start it already.
You’ve had many losses lately it seems. So sorry for that
@Mom22039 Sorry you are sick again, but hopefully a few days of rest will be good for you, I feel like you and I are following the same path, and it is one neither of us expected. We are lucky to have our daughters, but I am careful not to lean on mine too much. Luckily, she likes my babysitting help, so I get lots of toddler hugs!
I have a dear friend that also lost her husband 4 years ago. Between dealing with the estate, banks, insurance, etc., then add in the care of my mother, she said we need to write of book of everything we just shake our heads at. It would have to be a comedy; unless one has gone through it, one would not believe the hoops and incompetents at every level. One that we both can laugh at now-She gets notices that her husband did not file his 2021 taxes; he died in 2019! I recently received a letter that I owed my 2023 Medicare payments; I paid every month online and have confirmation and it shows on my Medicare page. It will all get straighten out, but I just have to spend more time on phone calls and letters to get it taken care of.
I have said many times over the last few months, if i didn’t laugh, I would cry, and as the saying goes, laughter is the best medicine.
Bet there is nothing sweeter than toddler hugs!
I still get junk mail for my parents, my father died in 2018 and my mother in 2022. On Sat I got one postcard about end of life planning for Mr. & Mrs XX, one for Mrs. Mary XX, and one for ME!
I felt really old.
We’ve been living in our house for 11 years. We still get mail for the previous owner, and she died 12 years ago.
We have been living in this house for over 30 years. We still get mail for the tenants which rented when we bought the house in the 1980s!
Oh I get mail for the previous owners too, and also for a person with the last name of the couple across the street, but the first name is different (and not a daughter).
The one that sort of annoys me is the church donation envelops from my mother’s church. She was buried from that church. I paid for the funeral! Can’t they take a few minutes to clean up their records?
I started dreaming about my mother. In my experience it takes some time before dreams start after a loss. She died in October 2022.
In the dream, I was trying to get us on the same plane but she got onto a different plane and took off. I felt acute feelings of separation and worry, since i took care of her for so long. I think her flight was a metaphor for death, since I could not board the plane.
My dreams didnt take long to start, but I’d rather not think about what my dreams might mean. I dreamt I was with Mom and she was actively dying but wouldn’t let me call for help. When she died I folded her in half (eek) and put her in a box for a wedding dress and called the funeral home. When they came to get her, it was the little short woman from the film Poltergeist who calls Carol Ann to “come into the light”. Very, very strange. I think it’s the result of D’s recent separation and watching too much Forensic Files. When my father passed, I frequently dreamed that his best friend and I were wandering all over campus looking for Dad’s “new office”. I still have that dream from time to time.
I dream all the time about my dad, who died in March 2020. Neither of my siblings do. I have a really active dream life and love interpreting them with a friend.
I do dream occasionally about my parents and the worst thing is that I feel like I am losing them all over again when this happens. So far, no happy dreams.
Several of my friends have said that they hear their parents’ voices. Not me The only time this happened was on my mom’s birthday, the year she and dad passed. I so clearly heard my dad’s voice, calling out to my mom. Woke with a start (we were in an AirBnb for a wedding), was very disoriented and then very upset.
I have only had nightmares about the last weeks of his life – trying to get out of bed, falling, the times he swatted at us because he was so angry – things that actually happened, but amplified in that odd kind of way nightmares are. I assume they will stop in time.
I have not dreamed of my father at all. However, he did send me a “sign” about 6 months ago.
I have not dreamed about my now deceased loved ones—when they were ill or now that they are deceased.
My father’s been gone for five years. I do dream about him from time to time, but mostly putting him in our lives today. Interesting…
We were prepared for his passing, cancer and dementia – Mom and the family all dealt with it very well.
I dreamt of my dad quite often the first five years after he died.
The saddest was a dream where family was all together, happily chatting, and my dad was with us, chatting and laughing, too. I felt really uncomfortable and heartbroken in my dream because he didn’t know he was dead and I didn’t have the heart to tell him.