When Do The Logistics End So The Mourning Can Begin?

CatKBorn

When Do The Logistics End So The Mourning Can Begin?

CatKBorn
I am still dealing with paperwork.

Over two months since Mom died and I am still dealing with paperwork. Signing forms, filling out this and that. Trying to close up things.

I haven't even started sorting through her clothes, the odds and ends in her room and everything of hers in the basement.

I also haven't had time to mourn. To grieve. All I do is go to work, run errands to tie up loose ends, and try to get things in order to bury her.

The internment of her ashes is Wednesday. In Maine. So I will be driving out there. Two days on the road since I don't feel up to driving 11 and a half hours straight. Dealing with trying to get all the paperwork for the cemetery. Trying to find a priest to do the graveside blessing from 800 miles away.

And then there is my boss who is not at all happy that I am taking 6 days - by his count - off to handle all this. Never mind that one of those days is a holiday. Nevermind that I have the vacation time to take. Doesn't matter. If I am not there I can't make him money. It is an inconvenience. My mother's death is an inconvenience.

Trying to find a support group or counseling here in town. No luck. Sure the insurance covers mental health but the co-pay is $100 per session. The GriefShare group at church meets at 2:30 in the afternoon during the week. How are working people who are suffering supposed to attend these things? It's like that everywhere here, with everything. Apparently, grief is only for the retired.

I'm not too sure how I am going to handle the drive to Maine. I had decided not to go the high cost toll road 80/90 and instead take the more quirky Lincoln Highway. Mom would have enjoyed that route. I plan to blog my way along it, to take lots of pictures of interesting things.

Maybe then when I get back I can actually find some peace and grieve.