The Paperwork Trail in Death

This week is hard. I'm making stupid mistakes. Like, this morning, I tried to start the van with the key to the car. That doesn't quite work.

Or I went to dial a number and entered 206 instead of 286.

The list could go on and on. I can be so silly sometimes and unintentionally at the moment.

Speaking of silliness, my middly son yesterday said that he had an idea. We just buy the house. Good idea kiddo.

Well we just learned that the medical examiner has closed Andrew's case and we should see the report today in the mail. So I'm filling out the life insurance paperwork. They've asked for the cause of death. Oddly, the coroner could not find a cause of death. How weird is that. We were curious and thought they would come back with this long technical phrase of medical jargon to explain something like excessive brain damage or swelling or something. Nope. They don't know. It's frustrating becuase we had to wait 9 1/2 weeks to learn that they are not sure why his existence ended physiologically. Another milestone. Another step closer to closing out the necessary things in this overly complex paperwork trail.

The only thing that has been slightly easier is the funeral home. They were expecting the first paymnet on Monday, the 15th. I had to call them and apprise them of the situation. No autopsy, no claim for the life insurance policy. No claim for life insurance equals no funds to pay off the funeral.Thankfully they know the situation, backstory and all that and will not charge us interest. When I submit the claim, I'll have to update them.

On happier fronts, we had an inspection on the house yesterday. She's sound. She's home. I know it. And I'm so excited about it. I try to imagine our life there and find the images come with ease. I also imagine how to decorate, how to make it home, make it ours. I wish we could move now. The boys thought that after the inspection we'd move today. They gave me questionable looks when I said that we still had more things to get done before we could move.

Mark can't wait to get out of the apartment and away from the reminders of Andrew's accident. I'm wondering when we'll be able to put up a collage of him. One picture just won't do it. A collage with his darling footprints. I smile when I think of that. He was such a beautiful boy. But right now I can't handle seeing his face in pictures. The very nerves in my heart and chest start aching in pain.

Andrew, I wish you were moving with us here in this life physcially. You would love the house.

Well back to life.