My mother passed on this morning
Aside from knocking the poor guy from the funeral home out of his bed, e-mailing people, posting to my mom's FaceBook and phoning my sister in Scotland since she's six hours ahead of us, there's nothing much to do until things start opening. The funeral home opens at 9. They're going to need to ship her to Alabama.
I visited with her last night. The preacher's wife was there. Of course.
(Sometimes they, that is all preacher's spouses and preachers and (many) church people, at least the ones my mother hangs out with, remind me of buzzards waiting for that future road-kill to die.)
She said she'd come and sit with my mom today so I texted her to tell her she didn't have to. She texted back that she was there with my mom. So I put her to work finding a funeral home that ships interstate.
A few disconnected things that bother me:
1) The preacher's wife hanging out. She's nice, she doesn't intend to be a noodge, but she is. She really can't see it. She did leave the room for a while last night but I think it's because, when she offered the good chair in the only direction my mother would face, I took it and didn't give it up.
2) This one's probably my fault, but someone from the church brought their child, maybe around 9 - 12 years old, to see my mother yesterday. They didn't know she was so bad off and the kid likes my mother, they didn't know what they were walking into. The nurse's aide told me the kid came out of the room crying.
3) Why do necessary files tend to disappear when they're needed? I looked all over for my mom's funeral file folder. It was stuck in the mess of things the Medicaid worker needed to see to try and arrange Medicaid to supplement the other insurances. Leading to...
4) Those gov't people need paperwork. I trundled all sorts of stuff down to this woman's office. She kept a couple of things, meaning to return them once she ran them off but she's in her office at the extended care center two mornings a week while I have had to shift my visiting to evenings due to school being out. So, between everything else this week, I get to haunt the care center's administrative side to get the insurance docs back from this woman. You'd think there would be some plan in place for times when people just can't connect.
5) The youngest forgot her cell phone at work. She's off at her boyfriend's and I can't get in touch with her. I knew, the minute she said she'd left it, that I would need to call her.
6) I have a position statement due in two days. I've e-mailed the teacher and the class aide about this but the teacher will be out of town today and tomorrow and I don't know if the CA has any leverage.
7) I have to go to Alabama. I have to write letters.
8) I don't know how to do any of this stuff. You'd think there would be a class.
I'm in a pissy mood in general. I'm relieved it's over - she was in bad shape last night, wanting to say something but not able to form consonants. She's been in pain, she's been agitated, she's been on some pretty good drugs. The staff at the extended care facility have been marvelous. The preacher and his wife, noodges though they are, have tried to be nice and friendly. I'm just not feeling grateful at the moment, I just want next week or two weeks from now to get here when this is all in the past.
By the way, the user pic for these posts is my great-great grandmother on my mom's side, Martha Jane Bowers. She looks eerily like my late aunt.
Grumble.