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Picture it.... The brother and I are seated in the small office of the funeral home.... Once again. The management company for my father's apartment complex was kind enough allow us in retrieve my mother's cremated remains and search through his documents find the rumored life insurance documents that we'd heard about but never seen. Miracle of miracles... One did exist. So, there we sat. Grandma Moses was seated across from us behind a desk, slowly combing through the policy with her coke-bottle glasses on the tip of her nose, policy about an inch from her face. "You'll have pardon me, I'm legally blind." Um... What?!? I was missing the funeral director we'd been working with already. Ae we certain the blind woman is the best candidate to be going over policy information? At one point she had an assistant read aloud the policy number so she could write it down in large numbers on a sheet of paper.... Grandma Moses went to work calling the insurance company to find out the amount of the policy and who the beneficiary was, I sat there and thought about everything I had seen that morning. Except for all the fans in the windows, the apartment looked just like any other lived-in apartment. A couple of dishes in the sink. A half eaten peanut butter and<b> jelly </font></b>sandwich on the counter, three dots of<b> jelly </font></b>on the counter next to it. A pair of socks were laying on the floor next to a recliner.... Like he'd sat down to relax and kicked off his socks. Thankfully there was no evidence of where he had died and went unnoticed for fifteen days. "Good news guys. The policy is active and there is enough to cover your father's burial costs. The policy holder is a [brother-in-law], we will have to make contact with him for his approval to appropriate funds." Of all the things that had gone wrong so far, it was good to hear something go right. It was my father's Brother-In-Law who had initially alerted us to the fact that this policy did exist. The sister had originally been the beneficiary, but when she passed last year, it was transferred to her husband, Brother-In-Law. My brother had given him a call right then and Brother-In-Law came right in to the funeral home. He was immediately emotional and broken up, tears in his eyes and his voice catching. He had thanked us for taking care of the arrangements even though we had originally believed we'd be covering the costs. "Your dad didn't think you wanted anything to do with him, he just wanted to be taken care of when he passed." "He's our dad. Regardless of anything that may have happened over the years, he's still our dad. There is no way we would not take care of him." This got the Brother-In-Law crying, I could almost see a weight being lifted from his shoulders. We had Grandma Moses go over the financials once again.... In total, the burial, the barn wood casket, and the headstone would be roughly $8000 and the policy would cover all of it. Brother-In-Law signed the final document allowing the funeral home to handle the monies and everything was said and done. What was once a living, breathing human being is now gone, and all I can think of... Picture in my mind.... Is that half eaten peanut butter and<b> jelly </font></b>sandwich sitting on the counter. Waiting for my father to finish eating it. |
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Funny - my dad had diabetes and ate pb on bread (not usually jelly) every night before he went to bed to be sure his sugar wouldn't drop too much over night. My stepmom incessantly bitched at him for leaving the knife on the counter. Eleven years he's been gone and anytime one of my family members leaves a pb knife sitting out I choke up a bit. Funny the things we notice. Funny the things we remember. ((HUGS))
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Funerals are so expensive, that's why I pay into a plan every month. Peace of mind more than anything.
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Funerals are so expensive, that's why I pay into a plan every month. Peace of mind more than anything.
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That's sad. A life interrupted. It was thoughtful of him to arrange to cover his funeral expenses. His Mother was cremated and he had the remains, which makes me wonder, was there a reason y'all chose a burial instead of cremation? It was my mom who was cremated, not his mom.
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Its the strangest memories that stick to us and make each of us human, no matter the good or bad!!!! Sorry for your loss!! The process will take a while! Hugs
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That's sad. A life interrupted. It was thoughtful of him to arrange to cover his funeral expenses. His Mother was cremated and he had the remains, which makes me wonder, was there a reason y'all chose a burial instead of cremation?
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Its the strangest memories that stick to us and make each of us human, no matter the good or bad!!!! Sorry for your loss!! The process will take a while! Hugs
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Funny how the last things that they were doing get stuck in your mind ! your Dad's half eaten PBJ sandwich ....... My wife passed last year she put her full cup of coffee down B4 her heart attack ...... now i see coffee i think of her last morning Her word find open to a certain page and held there from her pen ... Like I say it happened over a year ago but some silly little things just stay with us ...
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the strangest thoughts sneak into our minds at the strangest times... my condolences to you all.
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I'm hoping Grandma Moses doesn't drive herself to work. It sounds like things finally went a bit in your favor today. It will get better.
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pb&j...my fave...hang in miss..the ride aint over yet..
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Fifteen days? OMG... That's, MY worst nightmare. There's a lot going on there — hang on. 🌹❗
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I buried my mother 2 months ago. I made peace with her before she died but we were awkward and distant. I feel like I'm not mourning her death; rather I'm mourning the relationship I could have had with a mother who loved me.
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I buried my mother 2 months ago. I made peace with her before she died but we were awkward and distant. I feel like I'm not mourning her death; rather I'm mourning the relationship I could have had with a mother who loved me.
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Thanks for sharing.
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Fifteen days? OMG... That's, MY worst nightmare. There's a lot going on there — hang on. 🌹❗ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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pb&j...my fave...hang in miss..the ride aint over yet.. woop woop
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I'm hoping Grandma Moses doesn't drive herself to work. It sounds like things finally went a bit in your favor today. It will get better.
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the strangest thoughts sneak into our minds at the strangest times... my condolences to you all. there is a world of difference between insane and stupid
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Funny how the last things that they were doing get stuck in your mind ! your Dad's half eaten PBJ sandwich ....... My wife passed last year she put her full cup of coffee down B4 her heart attack ...... now i see coffee i think of her last morning Her word find open to a certain page and held there from her pen ... Like I say it happened over a year ago but some silly little things just stay with us ...
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The brother and I are seated in the small office of the funeral home.... Once again. The management company for my father's apartment complex was kind enough to allow us in to retrieve my mother's cremated remains and search through his documents to find the rumored life insurance documents that we'd heard about but never seen. Miracle of miracles... One did exist. So, there we sat. Grandma Moses was seated across from us behind a desk, slowly combing through the policy with her coke-bottle glasses on the tip of her nose, policy about an inch from her face. "You'll have to pardon me, I'm legally blind." Um... What?!? I was missing the funeral director we'd been working with already. Ae we certain the blind woman is the best candidate to be going over policy information? At one point she had an assistant read aloud the policy number so she could write it down in large numbers on a sheet of paper.... Grandma Moses went to work calling the insurance company to find out the amount of the policy and who the beneficiary was, I sat there and thought about everything I had seen that morning. Except for all the fans in the windows, the apartment looked just like any other lived-in apartment. A couple of dishes in the sink. A half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the counter, three dots of jelly on the counter next to it. A pair of socks were laying on the floor next to a recliner.... Like he'd sat down to relax and kicked off his socks. Thankfully there was no evidence of where he had died and went unnoticed for fifteen days. "Good news guys. The policy is active and there is enough to cover your father's burial costs. The policy holder is a [brother-in-law], we will have to make contact with him for his approval to appropriate funds." Of all the things that had gone wrong so far, it was good to hear something go right. It was my father's Brother-In-Law who had initially alerted us to the fact that this policy did exist. The sister had originally been the beneficiary, but when she passed last year, it was transferred to her husband, Brother-In-Law. My brother had given him a call right then and Brother-In-Law came right in to the funeral home. He was immediately emotional and broken up, tears in his eyes and his voice catching. He had thanked us for taking care of the arrangements even though we had originally believed we'd be covering the costs. "Your dad didn't think you wanted anything to do with him, he just wanted to be taken care of when he passed." "He's our dad. Regardless of anything that may have happened over the years, he's still our dad. There is no way we would not take care of him." This got the Brother-In-Law crying, I could almost see a weight being lifted from his shoulders. We had Grandma Moses go over the financials once again.... In total, the burial, the barn wood casket, and the headstone would be roughly $8000 and the policy would cover all of it. Brother-In-Law signed the final document allowing the funeral home to handle the monies and everything was said and done. What was once a living, breathing human being is now gone, and all I can think of... Picture in my mind.... Is that half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich sitting on the counter. Waiting for my dad to finish eating it.
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