Until I received a call from my mother,
My father’s health was on an upward trend
Then when least expected, it was to end.
As we mourned our loss of such a loving man
We were burdened with the paperwork on hand,
Except Mom wouldn’t receive income that we had planned
Because the death certificate was on shifting sand.
Dad’s cause of death was determined to be
From fighting fires for many years, you see
But why was the cause of death routine
With his actual medical history nowhere to be seen.
Mourning, crying and bummed
We all felt numb
Because it wasn’t what we were told
It left us scared and cold.
They said that once it was filed with state
It couldn’t be changed and that was our fate,
But it meant whether my mother would be able to survive
Without my Dad to provide, this just didn’t jive.
During the past two weeks full of roadblocks
I found an angel who wanted to help unlock
The seemingly impossible act
Of changing a document that did lack.
Sara is her name,
Wife of the administrator she considers her claim to fame
And she also works as his assistant,
And helped us so much, because she was so persistent.
Many hours on the phone later
Sara became a collaborator
And provided sound advice
That was exquisitely precise.
I learned that something that had been set in stone
Could be torn down and overthrown,
With the will and determination
Of someone like Sara who knew the correct documentation.
For today’s gift
I hope to give Sara a lift,
I sent her a plant with pink flowers
Called an Anthurium
for her superpowers.
This was all in honor of a wonderful man
Who not only provided for his family in this land,
But even in heaven after his time on earth did cease,
We miss him dearly, may he rest in peace.
In Giving and Remembering,
Robin
Robin
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