To bed at 12.30 a.m., up at 5 a.m.

Last night will be a night I will never forget.

With so many people coming in to bring equipment, take it out, tend to needs, I had put Len’s jewelry in a safe place. I remembered that, and had no problem locating it.

Today I go to our Financial Advisor, so around 8 p.m., I went to get his wallet. It wasn’t in his shorts, or trouser pockets. I had this horrible feeling come over me, that I didn’t know where it was. I didn’t remember putting it anywhere for safe keeping. He only carried a few dollars in it, as I took care of the money, the credit card, and driver’s license wouldn’t be of use to anyone.

I spent 4 hours, pulling everything out of every drawer, closet, even the laundry closet, and couldn’t find it. I then started going through them a second time, knowing that his wallet was thick with everything he put in it, and there was no way I could miss it in a drawer.

I was texting his daughter as everyone in England was in bed. At 11 p.m. she told me to go to bed, and get up fresh in the morning. That wasn’t going to happen. His driver’s license needed to be canceled when I get the death certificate, also his new Medicare card with no numbers on it. I thought it to be of little use to anyone, but you just never know.

I finally went to bed, and talked to Len as if he was next to me, then I prayed, and asked for help from both Len, and the Lord. In my mind I went through the days since he passed, and remembered putting it in a document bag, to go down to the funeral home. I got up, and there it was. Both Len and the Lord are looking out for me in my hours of need.

Unfortunately I had hyped myself up so much that I was up at 5 a.m., heavy eyed, but sleep just wouldn’t come.

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