I was ready to throw away an old stenographers pad. I like the way the pages turn from the top, so I keep one around for notes. I looked through the pages . It was a pad that I used to keep notes and plans for Bob's care. It had notes on
contacting the VA for burial. Notes on what insurance to stop when he went into Hospice. Names and numbers to call for Financial advisor, Accountant, attorney. I seemed to have been pretty well in control. I had a page for every nurse that came over in the
small hours of the night, which were really the small hours of the day to come. When I called them: 4:33 am. When they called me back. 4:57 am. When to increase morphine.Names of the nurses: Chenna, Cathy,Pamela, Chelsey, Shannan. Each one caring, supportive,
professional, on their way here if we agreed that would make me feel better.
Then the pages change to menus. Probably what to feed the family who were here for Bob. And me. Then a few pages of numbers. I must have been
adding and subtracting our finances. Then on to mundane stuff. I did find a page where I wrote about the fifth wheel trailer that I bought one day and then left town the next day. I have been thinking that it was a Prowler Elite. It's not. It is a Prowler
Regal. I'll have to look it up on Google. That was a trip down memory lane. It was good looking back at what I had to do and what I did. I think I will tear out the used papes. Start fresh, so to speak. No, I will keep them for a little bite longer. Makes
me feel good to know what I did. Makes me feel strong.