Granny and now the “fun” begins.

Hello All.

Yes, and now for the nasty stuff.
I am going over to Dad just now to start clearing out Mom’s cupboards.
Tomorrow is the funeral.
It is going to be very small.
The minister is coming over to Dad at three o’clock.
Apparently, he wants me there too.
I have no idea why!

The undertaker(lovely man) says he will give me the death certificate tomorrow.
Then, on Friday, it will be off to the police station to have a whole heap of certified copies made.
Also, copies of both parents identity documents.
Then I need to get Dad to the executors.
And I need to go to the bank to freeze her account.
Etc, etc, etc.
I will try to do as much as I can but, unfortunately, he will have to come with me for some of the stuff.
I just hope he is going to be able to handle it all.
The poor darling is shattered.
His partner of 61 years has gone.
I have a horrible feeling he will follow her in the not too distant future.
I will have to mother him for the next few months.
A good thing I have loads of experience at mothering.
Or, maybe, I am just bossy.

Before I go.
I discovered, yesterday, I can bend and move quite fast.
Even at my advanced age.
Came out of the shop and spotted a R20-00 note on the ground.
In two twos I had it in my hot little hand.
There is always an upside.