Today I had another cheque to deposit from DH’s estate. This time it was made out to the executor. Yup, still awful. Still pokes at the soreness. Made slightly more grim by having to explain to the bank tellers that the form they were waving about was actually DH’s will and yes, I am the executor. I didn’t want them to feel awful so I held off crying until later.
Still felt embarrassed and slightly sick while standing for half an hour listening to speeches and consequently spent most of that time with my body trying to regulate temperature (no way to escape discreetly). Cue blushes, chills and then a heated up body, then chills. Gotta love a Canberra winter. Note to self: no more polyester. Must get to shops to buy some cotton or linen shirts.