Still no word on death certificates, so I will be trying to get my head together enough to see if I can get the help offered by the British consulate to clear the logjam. Having had that idea, of course I haven't been able to sleep at all so I just hope I'm coherent and somewhat functional.

I can't imagine what it's like for Kira, who was very close ( Read more... )

My health broke down so I couldn't travel up and ended up watching from in bed, although I did manage to get clean and dressed first.

It was a lovely Humanist ceremony, navigating a great many difficulties, from Covid to the entangled nature of his relationships. All of it was about how, pretty much, from a very young kid, he was very thoroughly Pol ( Read more... )

So... Pol's being cremated tomorrow. I can't travel up there, it's just not an option. I managed to get myself real coffee this morning and will otherwise be in bed all day. I really need a shower this evening, somehow.

I never gave words to the eulogy and haven't heard back at all on what the humanist minister said. It's all very remote. I'll be ( Read more... )

I've been asked if I have words to add to Pol's eulogy and the weekend since I got asked that has been mostly 'I cannot'. I mean obviously I have to, although not alone, and I have passed the request on to his other close family up in the North Wet.

I miss texting Pol before I sleep, I miss checking the reply when I wake up. The rest of the time I' ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

I'm listening to Five Words, Five Grand on Absolute Radio, because my alarm goes off at 7:30. It's been depressing to hear the news segments repeat right-wing talking points as of around last year, but the actual show is sheer silliness about words and somewhat about how the world is to live in with lockdowns and whatnot.

Radio adverts have ( Read more... )

The bloke at Halifax was very helpful, wrote step by step instructions on what to do when the death certificate arrives, and sorted me for online and phone banking at my actual correct address. This was a paperwork snafu that was going to get sorted out when Pol got back home from Germany...

So, I'm good living here for a year or two and don't ( Read more... )

So, at seven o'clock this morning - 8am German time - I got an email, saying everything I've done is sufficient and now we're waiting on the registry office and a flight booking.

There's a joint account I never touched, so I have to go and say this is me and get everything actually working. There was a paperwork glitch that Pol and I had been going ( Read more... )

I took a sleeping pill last night because I've been have trouble getting to sleep, with racing thoughts that go nowhere. When I have slept, I've had a broken night, waking up and having to go to sleep again. I've had vague ideas I have dreamt but don't recall what those dreams are. I've been getting to sleep at around one in the morning and waking ( Read more... )

There's one particular photograph on the memorial page (it's [here](https://www.forevermissed.com/dapol/about), go and leave any memory you have of him if you can) where there's a toy cat with a doughnut and a bottle and a glass, and Pol is photobombing the picture.

That's my Pol. That's the man I married and I'm crying about just now. When I think ( Read more... )