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Heading South

I'm heading home, and I can hardly wait.

Let's see ... coldly legal stuff. We saw the lawyer yesterday, and I don't envy my brother; he has to find the original will, even though we have what seems like dozens of certified copies, which means he has to dig through Mum's place yet again. (He thought he had it in his strongbox; not the case. At least it isn't stuck in her safe deposit box, which would cause immense problems.) I'll help him as much as possible at a remove.

I went up to the cemetery and said goodbye to Mum, and took a little earth from her grave. It seemed such a natural thing to do, although I know she's not really there. Weird cultural things that we don't know we're carrying about in our brains surface during times like this, I suppose.

I also said goodbye to my step-dad Rob, and to his daughters Jane and Marilyn. I can't begin to talk about how this visit has humbled me when it comes to the amount of love and care they showed Mum, and me. That latter just stuns me with its goodness, largely because of a long and complicated history. But having something that life affirming happen in the middle of this is just so good - a small blessing that I am grateful to have.

Got up early, after not really sleeping well, had a brief goodbye with Mac, who had to work at the airport last night. He came home, we said our goodbyes, and then I climbed into the Spaceship Altima and drove out to the airport, returned the spaceship, got checked in ... all those grown-up things that I see people do on TV but that, even at the age of 58, I feel like a tyro when I do them myself. Which means that I'm absurdly proud of myself after completing them.

I know that there are lots of things awaiting me when I get home, in terms of work and union bad craziness (in fact, I have to do a phone call to our company's chief investor today; the union is undertaking a "phone-bomb" of his office to put pressure on him.) But that begins Monday, with the exception of the phone call, and I have almost three days to decompress. I'm also looking forward to getting a hot shower. Poor Mac has been so busy with Mum that he hasn't had time to replace the broken heater coil in his hot water heater. Nearly a week of tepid to ultimately cold showers has made me long for my own shower, even though it's not in top condition.

And a martini. And the kitties. And Andy.

And Bob.

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Nov. 7th, 2013 07:38 pm (UTC)
I hope your weekend at home is a relaxing and comforting one. *hugs*
Nov. 7th, 2013 07:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear. This whole week or so has been made possible in large part by the support of my f'list; you all helped keep me a little bit more sane than I might otherwise have been.
Nov. 8th, 2013 02:56 am (UTC)
I appreciate the unlikeliness, but if you can stand to schlep out to Lombard Saturday night, there will be a Music Party.
Nov. 8th, 2013 03:16 pm (UTC)
I, too, appreciate the unlikeliness. Heh. But thank you for the invite and reminder. I hope the music party smokes. So to speak.
Nov. 8th, 2013 07:59 am (UTC)
Nov. 8th, 2013 03:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the hugs. They're a wonderfully renewable resource for making one feel better when bad, and even better when good.
Nov. 9th, 2013 02:06 am (UTC)
Hope you have a lovely weekend with Bob, Andy and the kitty-babies before the Crazy descends...you definitely deserve that much!!

*hugs you hard*

Love you, sweetie...
Nov. 9th, 2013 02:39 pm (UTC)
before the Crazy descends...

Ah, I live for the crazy, you know that. Heh.

*hugs right back*
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