Last Saturday marked 90 days since Mom passed due to complications from her stroke. I think about her daily and nothing is getting any easier. On this beautiful morning here in North Texas, I am inside working on letters trying to handle crap that has come up in the last week.
If you have Bank Of America, know that anything you set up before death won't work thanks to their estate unit down in Tampa, Florida. They will request information they already have, move your case between folks that refuse to give their name and will even give you a fake name, and other issues. So, if things are supposed to happen and your account is supposed to go to a loved one, it won't.
Social Security will send out a letter after their recovery unit starts taking back SS money and will ask that you call and inform them why their money is being returned. Do not call! They will not talk to you. Write a letter.
Medicare will send you a premium notice demanding you call and discuss the situation immediately. Same deal. Write a letter.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg.
Nearly everyone involved since her passing has worked to make all of this harder than it has to be.