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Aug. 20th, 2012 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missizzyHave just returned from New York City having seen the last of my grandparents buried. My maternal grandmother died Friday afternoon of a viral infection at the age of 89, with my parents having driven up when she was hospitalized that morning, and my sister and I took the train up Saturday. We went to her apartment to deal with at least a few of her things, find her financial documents hidden all around the place, and see off the caretaker she had over the last year, probably didn't treat too well, and according to her hadn't paid as much as she should have. The funeral was Sunday; the four of us went to the same funeral home we went to for my grandfather when I was six, and was a far smaller place than I remembered, and I was reintroduced to various relations who had last seen me and my sister then. We buried her next to my grandfather, a rabbi gave a short speech using what he could from my mother's description of her, which was not as flattering as he would've liked, we all placed dirt on her coffin and drove to a diner to have a late lunch together.
My parents, my sister, and I made a point of enjoying ourselves the evening after; we considered half-price tickets, but even they were either just under or over 200, so we walked along New York's High Line, a park land created above the streets on what used to be a rail line. I took some pictures with my iPad and may upload a couple of them to DeviantArt, and went and ate at Mario Batali's Babbo because my sister wanted to eat at a restaurant owned by an Iron Chef. (ETA: photo.)
This morning mom was able to go to her safe-deposit box at a nearby bank and retrieve her will. It should be mentioned at this point that she and my grandfather never spent money until this last year when she had to pay her caretaker, and there's still enough of it left over that my mother, my sister, and I should all inherit rather great sums. We drove home, getting lost in Newark due to too many roadblocks in place, and are now waiting for the funeral home to send a few more documents; my parents intend to go back and preferably get her apartment emptied by the end of the month so we don't have to pay rent on it, though the lease lasts longer if necessary. Ironically I'll be going back on vacation myself next week, a trip I planned some time ago to coincide with the US Open(between all this I've suspended my figure skating newscast for three weeks).
My parents, my sister, and I made a point of enjoying ourselves the evening after; we considered half-price tickets, but even they were either just under or over 200, so we walked along New York's High Line, a park land created above the streets on what used to be a rail line. I took some pictures with my iPad and may upload a couple of them to DeviantArt, and went and ate at Mario Batali's Babbo because my sister wanted to eat at a restaurant owned by an Iron Chef. (ETA: photo.)
This morning mom was able to go to her safe-deposit box at a nearby bank and retrieve her will. It should be mentioned at this point that she and my grandfather never spent money until this last year when she had to pay her caretaker, and there's still enough of it left over that my mother, my sister, and I should all inherit rather great sums. We drove home, getting lost in Newark due to too many roadblocks in place, and are now waiting for the funeral home to send a few more documents; my parents intend to go back and preferably get her apartment emptied by the end of the month so we don't have to pay rent on it, though the lease lasts longer if necessary. Ironically I'll be going back on vacation myself next week, a trip I planned some time ago to coincide with the US Open(between all this I've suspended my figure skating newscast for three weeks).
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