November 10th, 2008
So it’s been crazyish around here today. First, Rebecca’s family doesn’t seem to know what to do from this point, so they’ve been calling me, and as an unofficial representative and only person she knew well in San Diego, I’ve been trying to iron out what happens now. Rebecca’s wishes were to be cremated and laid to rest in the Pacific Ocean (as was my mom’s request, isn’t that weird? tell me there’s some meaning there), but the family is deciding whether or not to go against those wishes and bring her home to Georgia. I don’t know. Is it me? I don’t like going against what she wanted. But the woman at the mortuary said that happens all the time.
I have no idea what my role is from this point forward. Someone will need to clean out Rebecca’s apartment, stop her mail, and so on. But who? Her family is elderly, some are sick, and no one seems to be moving forward with any arrangements. I hated the thought of Rebecca in the hospital morgue, so I called the mortuary she’d specified to pick her up, and I hope the family will agree to her wishes after that point.
I also can’t get a straight answer as to the executor of her estate (I think it’s her brother who is in the hospital himself in Georgia), so I guess I wait to hear what to do next, if anything. To tell the truth, I want to be out of it now. I was able to see Rebecca soon after she died, and that’s what mattered to me. Yet, nobody in the family is taking the reins here. I think I need to tell them that I just can’t be involved in what happens to her things and estate from this point forward; that I’m available as a helping hand, but not as someone who makes decisions. I mean, I can’t anyway. But I’m uneasy about the loose ends and no one to tie them. I also wonder if I’m opening myself up to some legal issues here. I’m not authorized to be Rebecca’s representative, yet by nature of my proximity to her, I’m getting the calls from the hospital, organ donor agencies, etc. I’ve forwarded such calls to the family, and now I need to let it go.
OK. So in other news. This past weekend, The Rock and I went out BOTH NIGHTS (a rare and unique luxury). We love live music and two acts we particularly enjoy we’re playing at local venues.
Despite our extreme lethargy and unfamiliarity with being out after 10PM, we saw some GREAT shows. The Mother Truckers opened for one of our favorite raucous bar bands, The Peacemakers, and I could not get enough. The lead singer followed her bliss with her calling, that’s for sure. Her enthusiasm and love for singing were completely contagious and the show rocked hard core.
The Peacemakers came on soon after, but I couldn’t get the Mother Trucker’s salty, bawdy, smoky sound out of my ears. So amazing. Really, you should check them out if you like country rock/alt indie/whatever they were.
Saturday night, The Rock and I went to a local coffee house to see Chris Trapper, who is an amazing storyteller and lyricist (and performer). Man, I love music. It heals, don’t it?
Anyway. To my point: there’s a giveaway today. Remember how I wanted to celebrate my impending 40 with some stuff for yous guys? It starts today! I’d love to give away a CD from the Mother Truckers or Chris Trapper or the Peacemakers, You decide. Or, you can select a mix of songs from each one. ALSO. My favorite person and pillar of strength, The Rock, mulled over offering a mix CD too. Luckily, he’s got amazing taste in music (he discovered Chris Trapper for me, after all), and so I’m all over his offering a mix of his favorite music for your consumption. But I think he needs to be convinced.
So. Here’s the giveaway parameters. Leave me a comment and tell me which CD you’d prefer (Chris Trapper or Mother Truckers or The Peacemakers or a mix of all) and if so inclined, beseech The Rock for a bonus CD of his fave music. You might consider telling him you love the way the sun reflects off his sexy bald head. Sometimes that works. I’ll pick one winner at random on Wednesday, Nov. 12 at 5PM. Hopefully, the winner will receive two CDs, if The Rock agrees to man the turntables.