JCP

It's less than a week until the 13th, the date of Wayne's death. Nine years.

The mail still brings stuff addressed to him. That bothers me less and less. Most of it, I just toss. I sent death certificates to the important entities but certainly not to all places from whence I might one day get mail in his name.

But yesterday's upgraded gold card from JC Penney got to me. I know it shouldn't get to me, because, as I said, this kind of thing happens, but it did.

The account was in his name originally, like from many years ago in Caldwell, when JC Penney had a store in the Karcher Mall. But my name was on the account.

Obviously the account remains in his name. I have only recently, like this year, begun to use it again. Had a little trouble, too, because it had been so long, but finally got it all straightened out. I am on there. And I have ID to prove who I am. Which I had to show in the store to the person calling the big office.

JCP has been told, by me, that I am now the only card holder because of his death, and they have not seen his signature on any check, and no online bill pay shows his name. Only mine. But I understand these things. They need a death certificate.

But it's nine years, and I'm not going to do it.

I was surprised at my sadness over seeing that card. No one can predict these things.