Bereavement Coordinator

Apparently, the bereavement coordinator wants me to contact her so that she can coordinate my bereaving. There was a standard-sized business card on Mom’s nightstand from her last night when I went to visit.

Beverly. Her name is Beverly. Beverly the Bereavement Coordinator.

On the back of the card was written, “Michael, please contact me.” Underneath the bereavement business card was a bereavement checklist. Seriously, that’s what it said: BEREAVEMENT CHECKLIST. Below, were actual things to check off. Number one was “I’m glad you were my father, mother, sister, brother, cousin, babysitter, gardener, person behind me in line at Wal-mart.”


Number two was “I forgive you for….”


There were others. I sat in the chair looking at it as Mom dozed. A nurse came in on her quiet shoes. “How is everything?” she asked. “Any pain?”

“Not as far as I can tell,” I said, looking over at Mom. She turned to go, smiling professionally. “Nurse?” I said.


“Are we in an episode of the Twilight Zone?”
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