My mom died only yesterday and in a way, it already feels like forever. There’s so much to do afterward. I’ve learned lessons from when my dad died over 43 years ago and I learning lessons now. Lessons about how I do or don’t want things to go after I die.
Yesterday we met with the funeral director, who was kind enough to come to our house since we have known him for a long time. That certainly made things more convenient. My mom wanted to be cremated, so that’s what will be done. No casket to choose, but I do have to make a call to arrange for a niche in the columbarium (storage wall for cremated remains).
We have to plan the service, pick some flowers, plan the meal afterwards and then I have to go shopping for something “appropriate” to wear for the next couple of days.
My sister gets to be the really lucky one today (for a change). She gets to go pay household bills with my step-dad. That’s sure to be a big headache.
Gonna be a short post today. I want to write something to say about my mother at the service. This time she is definitely more important.