I did The Thing!

[supermouse]

I have sorted out the paperwork for my side of our joint account, which has been impossible to access since it was made back in 2003. There's a 'put wrong info' curse on it, on all sides. Like, if I have a six digit code and write it out with numbers under so I can tell which is 1st, which 5th,

815243
123456

and I put 8 and 4, it still doesn't go through somehow and cancels that number. Every single aspect of the account has been like that, including a non-working PIN, and them sending my card to two addresses ago then refusing to update the paperwork without a passport. The counter person put an extra four in the phone number so it didn't update....

So finally that's been sorted out. The funeral director in Dusseldorf has indicated that they have all the paperwork from me that they need, and the Scottish end wants a meeting with his brother tomorrow.

So I think I'm done for the day? My brain has decided that once I'm finished with an urgent and scary task (and my fears that I am Doing Everything Wrong \*catastrophise\* \*catastrophise\*) then the point at which I relax is Crying Time. So it's basically Panic Or Grief just now.

I wish so much he wasn't gone.

Comments

[rmc28]

I think you are "allowed" all the Crying Time you need. Be kind to yourself about it.

[supermouse]

*hugs* I am fine with having the crying time, it's just the way my brain is waiting to see if it is Crying Time which is odd and a little baffling. Like it's a Queued Task.

[loopymushroom]

Oh, my God, Supermouse. I'm so, so sorry this has happened. Thinking of you, really a lot.

[supermouse]

Thank you *hugs*

[dmwcarol]

I've always found grief comes in waves. Yours seems to be spacing out enough to GET STUFF DONE - Which is bloody impressive at this stage.

[supermouse]

I've been told it could really hit some weeks from now by more than one person, and that this is the part where sheer adrenalin gets me through. I know I've been feeling really bloody odd. My heart and lungs are fine, thankfully.

[agoodwinsmith]

Yes. The hardest is that the person you used to talk to about distressing things is not there. It is very hard. (((hugs)))