Thinking about Christmas without my mum
makes me tearful. I’m just very tired & could have done with the holiday actually going ahead a few weeks ago just to recharge me for the weeks ahead of me. But it is pretty much full on with the packing & painting in the house. Kikki the cat seems to be a bit stressed with what is going on, she has started to throw up a bit which tends to happen when she is stressed as she can clearly see suitcases & boxes!
and obviously I’m still going through it with the DWP stuff unresolved with the executor - he only got the bank statements yesterday & has made a copy of them & then posted them. I will have to keep onto him to keep chasing them.
I still don’t get how checks are made before you get benefits that you are eligible so that’s how you get them but then after you die, they check that you were in fact eligible - there seems to be something wrong with that system. My mum’s circumstances never changed so why should her benefits be different? It’s definitely the cause of a lot of stress after someone’s death which all seems very unnecessary!
My Granny V ( Dads Mum) when I was little used to give me a taste of Advocat at Christmas & every year I have a bottle & remember her with fondness & toast those precious memories.
My Tummy Mummy ( I’m adopted) the first year we spent Christmas morning together made lovely porridge with clotted cream & for pure decadence topped it off with a good slug into the bowl of Baileys Irish cream! So At some point overChristmas that’s another little ritual with lovely memories!
My Granny ( Mums Mum) used to always cook on Boxing Day a giant roast beef ! So BoxingDay is always a hot beef joint no matter what. Even hot roast beef sandwiches if all else fails, dipping the sandwich into the juices is just pure decadence.
My Dad loved his whiskeys & a good bottle of whiskey appears in the cupboard - nothing like a piece of Christmas cake day infront of a roaring fire with a glass of whiskey. So I will be having lovely memories triggers by food & rather a lot of booze!
Add to that my Grandads little glass of ice cold sherry, the boozy got chocolate my auntie loved plus the glass of bubbles Christmas Day .... I think I won’t have much problem sleeping!
so that’s my way of coping & remembering the good times through a full fridge & tummy. I find comfort in food & those memories.
I am dreading sorting out all the final paperwork- it shouldn’t be so hard. It’s emotive at the best of times but to have added dementias cruel relentlessness into the mix & those caring issues is just another low blow. The system needs to be streamlined & simplified.
good luck with the painting & paperwork. Please find some time to just sit infront of your Christmas tree & remember the lovely times & raise a glass of whatever & toast those no longer with us & the good times & laughter. Tears allowed but also smiles....
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