Our lawyer says we can try to cancel the forwarding at the local post office and hope it works. I should have never followed the post office's advice about the mail hold. I should have canceled the forwarding and then reinstated it when we left. Twits.

It is thickly hot and sticky, even at this time of night. We went out for ice cream—more "chocolate therapy" from Ben & Jerry—and then played a game of miniature golf at Mulligan's Island, a pitch'n'putt/driving range/batting cage/minigolf course near the ACI (a.k.a. the prison). It has not made us feel better. Despite all the work we have done, it feels like we have been sticking around here for nothing. Nothing can start until we get those death certificates and now it's almost time for us to leave because James has to be back within 30 days. I am supposed to be mourning my mother and instead I have to go through this song-and-dance via the State of Georgia combined with the post office. Just ducky.

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It took 10 days to get dad's certificate. the guy at the funeral home did it all for us. I just wrote the check for all of them.

I won't rub it in that it is cooler in GA than up there. well maybe a little... I have yet to figure out how all the northerners have been able to live this long with no air conditioners in their homes.. when I was in Illinois there was not a lick of air in any building except the dorms and the bars... go figure...makes one want to sleep in the car.

I am continuing to have positive thougths that it will all work out before you come home....

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