Whilst dad was in hospital, I had been making enquires about dad’s Funeral Insurance, something I had enticed him to do several years earlier. had he not done that, I would still be paying off the funeral. I highly recommend everyone 18+ having a Funeral Insurance Policy and your beneficiary knowing, in writing, what your wishes are. I’ve done that.
I had already organised the forms just in case I decided to turn dad’s life support off.
The morning of dad’s death, I headed home to shower and pack my bag as I was heading to mu friend’s place for a few days.
However, before that, I needed to complete the insurance claim forms and obtain an interim Death certificate.
Once I had those and I’d checked them over to make sure they were completed, I headed to the local Post office to have them faxed to the Insurance Company.
Once that was done, I headed to my friends place. As I arrived at the station, I received a confirmation call from the Insurance company.
My friend soon arrived, I got in and we went to her place.
I had researched Funeral Homes and settled on one which did everything over the phone. Yes, the cost was much lower, but I didn’t feel the need for an over the top occasion, which I know dad would have strongly despised.
This part still hurts me:
She insisted I notify my family about dad. Honestly, after everything from the past, they didn’t deserve to know, especially my dumb arse blister.
But I called the only number I knew, passed on a message.
Around 30 minutes later, my aunt, dad’s younger sister, called back.
I advised about dad. She insisted on letting my blister know. I was apprehensive but accepted the decision.
The rest of the day, was spent relaxing.
The following day, we got up early, showered then went to look at suits for the Funeral.
We found several, which I tried on, along with shirts and shoes.
We settled on a nice one, paid then went to have some lunch.
Rest of the day was planning the funeral.
I was still not happy about my blister possibly attending.
We both had an early night.