The death certificates arrived, an attorney is in the process of filing the correct papers and within a couple of weeks, I'll sit in front of a judge and be appointed as executor. I've known this was coming and all the mental preparation didn't prepare me for the actual event.
As time goes on, some of my experiences may be notable and require writing. Hopefully not. The task will be long and involved. In the end, memories will be all that's left and I hope the family will learn to congregate at a new location to perpetuate our legacy of never letting large periods of time pass without gathering and breaking bread.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.