death's aftermath

I spent the day in beautiful southern Maryland being a support for Alan and dealing with the plans for his mother;s funeral service. We met at the church, a St.Mary's landmark, home of the Little FLower school where Alan and all his brothers and sisters attended. The details were ironed out..interestingly, the priest is attempting to make the service very personal. He shared with the family how kind she was and how much she loved her cat. Excuse me, but Alan' mother hated that cat. We have no clue how he came to this conclusion..then again, he had a 50 percent chance of being right. We took a side trip to his mother's house, which has been neglected in her absence since summer. It is cluttered with photos, bills, scraps of important papers, old videos, the list goes on. She was somewhat of a pack rat..saved everything. On the up side of this, she had clips of her oldest son's first haircut and Alan's composition book from 6th grade. It will take weeks, even months to sort it all out. Which it looks like it falls to Alan's youngest brother, who was given all of her property, house, and belongings. Yeah, I have an issue with this. Her kids were good to her and I would have at least expected to see some sort of acknowledgment in her will of her OTHER 4 children-some of which were there for her and loved her. What a crazy world we live in. All I can say is wait until the tax bills come in.