I feel as though I am stepping gingerly through the process of familiarizing myself with affairs that for all of my life have been "none of my business". It's kind of like "licking the butter knife". There are some things Mom taught me that will be with me for the rest of my life. (I have licked the knife, but never without hearing that little voice in the back of my head telling me no.)
I am learning as I go, but find more often than not a wishing deep within that my dad was here to tell me how all of this goes. Mom appears to know little more than me and that is what scares me most. I put her phone number on the "No Call" list (telemarketers prey on the elderly) and have finally acquired the paperwork needed for her property tax rebate. I can not believe the hoops seniors must jump through! Tomorrow I have a meeting at the bank. Hopefully this will shed some light on what she has had coming in and going out the past six months, and what she has to work with for the remainder of her days. Your prayers would be appreciated as I attempt to climb this new mountain. I didn't sleep much last night. (Do I have any sisters that would like to meet me at the bank in Pittsford tomorrow at 1pm?)
My Favorite Day.
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