In Limbo

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I feel like i'm in limbo. Husband died in the early hours of last Wednesday less than 48 hrs after entering our local hospice after being in hospital for 3 weeks. Why does it take so long to register a death. I'm waiting for phone calls from medical examiner & registras . When my dad died in the 1980's it was exactly a week from death to burial.  Mum died in 2011 & it was 2wks ..now its 3 weeks or possibly more. You would think in these days with all the technology etc it would be a lot more straightforward.I've done all I can to arrange the funeral but we cant sort out the banks..insurance companies etc until we get the death certificate.

The hospice have been brilliant..when Dave was in there for those 2 short days they couldn't have been more caring to both of us. I've had a call from them this morning checking that I'm ok & if there's anything they can do to help. I'm lucky that I've got my two sisters who live very close & plenty of friends who have offered to help in any way they can. 

When people are being nice to me I always end up sobbing.i'm ok until then.

I'm keeping myself busy clearing out cupboards that I've mean meaning to do for years.

  • I did everything through phone and post. Mostly everything required a copy of the death certificate so I was able to get a couple of copies made for those purposes. Most of it was quite straightforward which in a way was a blessing. 

  • Hi Detty I am so sorry for your loss.  My son & I completed Probate ourselves on line & it cane through in two weeks.  Don’t know if that would be an option for you.  You do have to send them the original Will but you can then do your other admin with the grant of probate.  Hope that helps.

  • I got a solicitor involved with probate as my mushy head didn’t comprehend a sodding thing. 
    It cost more than I expected, but was told by friends it was reasonable. 
    And in the end, didn’t need probate. 
    But did need an accountant as HMRC didn’t hang around getting their forms out to me, within a week!

    There was a delay in my beautiful Valen arriving at the funeral parlour as he passed in another county. 
    When I went and registered his death (I still take a sharp breath when I say / write that word), the registrar said “Oh, a hotel in Newmarket. Were you there on holiday, for the races?”. 
    I replied “No. He was due to start chemo that morning”.

    My beautiful Valen, ever the organised one, organised his own funeral. From coffin, flowers, what he wanted to wear, hymns. 
    The funeral lady was in tears noting it all down. I could only admire his strength and bravery.
    After he was ripped from me I had little to arrange. His funeral was beautiful.

    That was 13 months ago.