Will your son be with you on the day Scarlett? I mean physically as well as in his thoughts, or is that not possible. You sound a very close family.
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Yes, he wanted to fly over immediately, but as we could be sitting here waiting for the funeral for weeks, and he has a job and family, I told him to wait until tomorrow, when I should have a date.
Then if he books a flight, so that he arrives 2 full days before, he can get plenty of sleep, so he doesn't have jet lag. And then stay a few days afterwards. I sent money over about 6 months ago, so that when "the time came", he wouldn't be fiddle-farting about for a cheap flight, with umpteen changes.
Like Lyn with her puncture, I too have had a great sob-fest, due to someone else. My friend came this morning, stayed 3 hours, and then another friend is coming this evening, which is lovely. And yesterday and today, I didn't dare take Billy out, because I paid extra to have my M & S funeral order delivered yesterday, then got a text to say it would be today.
I ordered a dress in 2 sizes, a coat, and a slip, as the dress isn't lined and I thought that the things I don't need, I'll take back. I've tried tracking the parcel and it isn't even at the depot. So I phoned M & S, and the lady said she was terribly sorry, but she could send the parcel out again, and I cried, and said that I'd already stayed in 2 days.
I added that funeral or no funeral, customers shouldn't be let down like this, and this was like British Rail's engineering works over running, no thought for the customer. An hour ago she said "I'll see what I can do, and phone you back" but hasn't.
Then I dried my tears and was going through all my papers for tomorrow, the Green Form etc. And on the Death Certificate, instead of putting John Blank, husband of Scarlett Blank, they've put wife!
I daren't tell my daughter, who's holding it together, just, but I shall have to go to the Registry Office tomorrow, after the Funeral Director's, after the florist, and get it rectified.
I can just see me sending one of the certified copies off for John's private pension, and them saying I can't have it cos of the mistake. So then I cried again, and wondered why people can't do the job for which they are paid.
And now I've sobbed and sobbed, because it's like someone is slinging problems at me and saying: go on - cope! You think you're so organised, so wriggle your way out of these problems. All I can think is to wear a scarlet dress for the funeral, and say "John always liked me in bright colours", and telling the pension people that he'd had a sex change, and it was true, he
was my wife.