I was so proud of myself for getting GH's signature on an important form last week. It's the form we need to discard remaining stored sperm from our IVF journey. We'd been meaning to take care of this for a while, but the form needed to be notarized and we thought we'd have more time and blah blah blah. On GH's last lucid day, I managed to remember to have him sign the form, and our lovely upstairs neighbor, who is a lawyer and notary, notarized it for me.
What I didn't think about was the fact that GH's signature is needed on our taxes. Huh. Well. I'm trying to get around this situation by e-filing, but the system seems to be overloaded. (What, on the last possible day to submit taxes? Really? Shocking.)
I have a feeling this is but one of many examples that I will have of the life annoyances that accompany the grief.