Today, I found a couple of critical insurance documents, from my employer, that were received in the mail several weeks ago. Not wanting to leave them out when the cleaners came, I had tucked them away in a basket to attend to later.
Yes, I have cleaners – frivolous as it is; it is an expense that is well worth a sacrifice of equal value. I wouldn’t be doing as well as I am without them. But that is not the point of this post. The point is the mail.
Each day the mail comes and I sort through a pile of envelopes that are mostly addressed to Tom. I don’t let it get to me anymore; it’s just part of the new routine. I’ve notified the project management organizations that send periodicals en mass, the credit card agencies, and the like. Still 95% of the mail is addressed to the deceased, and the remaining 5% is addressed to the kids and I. I expect that a year from now the same will be true.
In particular, I’ve been looking for mail from my employer. I’ve been curious as to why the forms that they were going to process and send still haven’t showed up in my mailbox. How long could it take to “process”?
As you may have guessed, those papers that I hid away in the basket were, in fact, the missing forms that I was looking for. I found them today as I was looking for the Y-camp forms that I had completed for YaYa’s summer and never turned in.
And in today’s mail was something that I wasn’t expecting from my employer (the “mother company”). It was a Birthday card. Well, sort of.