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Peace for my mother -- she seems well and truly unconscious, and as far as anyone can tell is in no pain at all.
Panic for me, when I asked to speak with a social worker at Riverview about wrapping up my mother's affairs, and discovered that Enduring Power of Attorney, contrary to what my mother had told me, ENDS UPON HER DEATH.
This means that I only have the authority to access her bank accounts and conduct her financial affairs up to that point, not afterwards, as she had explained it to me.
Considering that she'll probably die in the next day or two, this naturally put me on an exceedingly tight schedule to actually do everything I needed to do, including get the original copy of her will out of her safety deposit box -- and I had no idea where the keys were.
A frantic phone call to Terri produced an act of friendship heroism above and beyond the call of duty: she chose to help me by driving me to my bank and then to my mother's bank rather than attend the graduation parade of her son in cadets. When we got to the bank with my EPoA paperwork, the bank was immensely helpful, immediately granting me access to my mother's accounts, including re-enabling the bank card I had inadvertantly disabled by trying the wrong password one too many times.
And then, when I confessed that I had no idea where my mother's safety deposit box keys were and that I was willing to pay to have the lock drilled ASAP, one of the bank clerks asked: "Did you look on her keyring?"
Digging into my purse, I pulled out said keyring, and lo and behold, there was the safety deposit box key. *dies* I actually kissed it and thanked my mother out loud for thinking ahead!
It was very sad, pulling all her important papers out of that box. It felt like I was erasing her life. But in the end I got the papers, paid off her line of credit at the bank, left enough in her account to pay the rent for June, and took out the remainder of her available funds to use toward funeral expenses. Then Terri very kindly drove me back to the hospital, where I sat alone with my mother throughout the evening, pondering the nature of mortality.
In the late evening I phoned up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morgaine_inanna, who not only agreed to come and sit with me tomorrow but also to give me advice and advocacy with my mother's landlord should it become necessary.
Truly, I am blessed with good fortune.
Panic for me, when I asked to speak with a social worker at Riverview about wrapping up my mother's affairs, and discovered that Enduring Power of Attorney, contrary to what my mother had told me, ENDS UPON HER DEATH.
This means that I only have the authority to access her bank accounts and conduct her financial affairs up to that point, not afterwards, as she had explained it to me.
Considering that she'll probably die in the next day or two, this naturally put me on an exceedingly tight schedule to actually do everything I needed to do, including get the original copy of her will out of her safety deposit box -- and I had no idea where the keys were.
A frantic phone call to Terri produced an act of friendship heroism above and beyond the call of duty: she chose to help me by driving me to my bank and then to my mother's bank rather than attend the graduation parade of her son in cadets. When we got to the bank with my EPoA paperwork, the bank was immensely helpful, immediately granting me access to my mother's accounts, including re-enabling the bank card I had inadvertantly disabled by trying the wrong password one too many times.
And then, when I confessed that I had no idea where my mother's safety deposit box keys were and that I was willing to pay to have the lock drilled ASAP, one of the bank clerks asked: "Did you look on her keyring?"
Digging into my purse, I pulled out said keyring, and lo and behold, there was the safety deposit box key. *dies* I actually kissed it and thanked my mother out loud for thinking ahead!
It was very sad, pulling all her important papers out of that box. It felt like I was erasing her life. But in the end I got the papers, paid off her line of credit at the bank, left enough in her account to pay the rent for June, and took out the remainder of her available funds to use toward funeral expenses. Then Terri very kindly drove me back to the hospital, where I sat alone with my mother throughout the evening, pondering the nature of mortality.
In the late evening I phoned up
morgaine_inanna, who not only agreed to come and sit with me tomorrow but also to give me advice and advocacy with my mother's landlord should it become necessary.Truly, I am blessed with good fortune.
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My mother has also said you are welcome to call her. I told her a little about your situation and she said that things should be fairly simple. She, also, said that she can help in any way she can and that her thoughts are with you at this time. I'll give you her number when we chat tomorrow.
Namaste, and be at peace
Lady Love you,
Morgaine
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