A future without Harriet

I won't really know where I stand financially until I meet with Social Security in April, the soonest I could get an appointment (!). But even at that, I don't have to stress out about money in the foreseeable future.

By my rough guesstimate, in a worst case scenario I have 4 years here before freaking out about money, in a best case 7 years.

So I would say it's more than 50-50 that I die right here. I hope so.

Speakiing of which: today I watched the satiric video I made with residents here. There's a scene with six actors who have all passed away since the shoot.

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Did she know?

I have a suspicion that Harriet knew she wss dying. For four or five days earlier, she had a bad case of the flu. On the day she died, she woke up feeling good. She planned to go to the dining room for lunch. But around 1130 she said she wasn't feeling good. She was going to take a nap. I checked on her every hour or so and could hear her breathing. Once, around 3, she heard me and said, "I love you." On my next visit, around 4, I heard no breathing. I couldn't wake her up. I called 911. She was gone. In retrospect,, her "I love you" feels like a goodbye.

The Plan

I'm not sitting around feeling sorry for myself. Keeping busy reduces my grief. I've arranged to return to VA health insurance. Since getting married, I've been piggybacking on Harriet's health plan at Kaiser. This will save me a significant amount of money. I've arranged for her cremation and while at it am prepaying for my own. Harriet was my last connection, so to speak, and now I am a man without next of kin. I've outlived all my family and friends. Imagine! No next of kin. Harriet's oldest son has agreed to play the role of next of kin after I pass. Paying for my cremation now will simplify things for him. I have a plan for dealing with much that needs to be done. 1. De-clutter the apartmnt. We were the Mothership of Clutter, believe me. After her heart attack and minor brain damage, she no longer did housework. When I did it, she wouldn't let me get rid of anything unless she went through it, which she never did. I didn't make an issue of it ...

Winding down

I am close to a point where my comments here will become repetitive, and I don't want that. There has been a little of this already. So I will be writing less and less. When I get Harriet's ashes and set up a memorial for her here, I'll post a photo and write no more. But I'll keep this blog online and alive for the possible interest of her family and friends. i say "possible" because I have no sense whatever if anyone visits this blog. There was one early comment by a daughter, a very interesting one, but otherwise there is no evudence that anyone else has ever been here. In a phone call, a friend of Harriet's told me there are memories and sharing about Harriet on Facebook. I don't do Social Media, and not even this will get me to join. Despite positive aspects, as far as I'm concerned, the main contribution of Social Media has been to give crazy extremists a way to find one another. I am reminded of why poet Lew Welch left the growing hell of C...

Harriet Levi R.I.P.

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