About a year after Wayne died I bought long-term care insurance. The reason: I was scared, and I knew for sure that anything can happen. I have since wished I did not buy it but haven't had the guts to cancel it.
It provides $100 per day to whoever is caring for me, if and when such care becomes necessary, which I hope is never. So I have been paying a whopping premium every year for 10 years.
The guy who sold it to me was Blaine Grow. The company was GE, but the policy is now held by Genworth Financial.
Last week I got a note from Blaine, and his business card was stuck in the note. But in large handwriting was a note from Carolyn Baum Buttorf, telling me my benefit has increased and explaining how to access that benefit and assuring me that Blaine or she can help if I need. Then she includes a personal note of good wishes to me and my family.
So. She is affiliated with Genworth Financial and/or Blaine.
We knew her--and her husband, Mark--in Caldwell. She is tall and, I suppose, a go-getter. She served a mission and then came home to wait for Mark to finish his mission. I don't know where he served or where he was from or where they met (probably on the mission), but they married and have one son.
She was in choirs I directed, where her alto voice was . . . nevermind.
There.
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