My father passed away.
Mar. 6th, 2012 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenkMonday afternoon I spoke with him, briefly, on the phone. I told him a bit about Consonance, that one band included a guy playing an actual metal washboard. Dad laughed and said that "You don't see that much anymore."
I left work at 4:30 and headed to Dad's Adult Family Home. He died shortly before I arrived. I spoke with the staff, several of whom I've gotten to know over the last 6 months he's lived there. Mel in particular was grieving. The hospice nurse confirmed the funeral home (Evergreen-Washelli) with me and that it was okay to take away the body. I emailed my boss and others at work explaining I'd be taking today off.
This morning was the meeting at the funeral home. I chose no service. My folks had pre-arranged cremation and a dual urn in the Washelli columbarium. The funeral people didn't push, for which I'm grateful. I remembered to take Dad's birth certificate and Navy discharge with me to help make sure the paperwork is all correct. They will notify Social Security for me.
Then off to the AFH to pick up Dad's things. His dresser, walker, sheets, and day clock I gave the AFH. The wheelchair will be picked up by the rental agency. His clothes we dropped off at Value Village. I brought the remaining furniture, photos, a couple pillows my grandmother knitted covers for, and other keepsakes home.
There will be plenty to do later; notifying his bank, the pension managers, creditors, dealing with the VA, and taxes and on and on. But much of that will require a certified copy of the death certificate, which I should be able to order in about a week. So...I'm treating that as a sign from the universe not to stress over it.
Overall I think I'm fine. Then I feel very tired at the idea of doing something simple. I'm not 100% by any means, but I'm not incapacitated. I'm just ... here.
I left work at 4:30 and headed to Dad's Adult Family Home. He died shortly before I arrived. I spoke with the staff, several of whom I've gotten to know over the last 6 months he's lived there. Mel in particular was grieving. The hospice nurse confirmed the funeral home (Evergreen-Washelli) with me and that it was okay to take away the body. I emailed my boss and others at work explaining I'd be taking today off.
This morning was the meeting at the funeral home. I chose no service. My folks had pre-arranged cremation and a dual urn in the Washelli columbarium. The funeral people didn't push, for which I'm grateful. I remembered to take Dad's birth certificate and Navy discharge with me to help make sure the paperwork is all correct. They will notify Social Security for me.
Then off to the AFH to pick up Dad's things. His dresser, walker, sheets, and day clock I gave the AFH. The wheelchair will be picked up by the rental agency. His clothes we dropped off at Value Village. I brought the remaining furniture, photos, a couple pillows my grandmother knitted covers for, and other keepsakes home.
There will be plenty to do later; notifying his bank, the pension managers, creditors, dealing with the VA, and taxes and on and on. But much of that will require a certified copy of the death certificate, which I should be able to order in about a week. So...I'm treating that as a sign from the universe not to stress over it.
Overall I think I'm fine. Then I feel very tired at the idea of doing something simple. I'm not 100% by any means, but I'm not incapacitated. I'm just ... here.
