In October I get to travel! I'm so looking forward to it. I need my passport for this adventure, or rather I need to find my passport. I haven't used it in years. For days I looked everywhere. I thought of all the places I might have put it. I even checked my safe deposit box. No luck.
You can always order a new one but it's $50 down the drain... but, wait! Before I do that, there is one more place to look. Under P. I imagine a voice saying, "Sandra, look under P." Well, of course. There it is. Side by side with Larry's passport. He always kept us organized. Thank you, Larry for filing everything. And I do mean everything!
The journey of life requires so much paper. 'Prove this. Document that'. It never ends. So, today the two documents I need are a marriage certificate and a death certificate, the beginning and the end. It strikes me so poignantly. It sears my heart to bundle these together. A most joyous day and a most profoundly sad day stapled together. I hate it. And yet I love it. The foreverness feels complete. A journey we made with many twists and turns is complete. And I have two pieces of paper in my hand to prove it to those who must have their proof.