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Certain things will always be hard…holidays, birthdays, celebrations of any sort where family and friends are gathered… These are obvious periods of difficulty; awareness of their impending arrival helps to steel our resolve. It is on ordinary days that the insignificant details of living catch us off guard and drive us to our knees, begging for mercy…
I meticulously handled every issue I could think of, notified every relevant agency imaginable, and still, over ten months later, we’re ambushed by an official letter from the Selective Service System. Demanding to know why Brian Christopher Garlock has not registered. Isn’t there a cross reference between the DMV, the Social Security Administration and the Bureau of Vital Statistics? How else could they be aware of his name, age and address to determine he wasn’t signed up?
The computer generated form letter has a series of boxes to check off for explaining ‘why’ he is noncompliant or appears to be; it goes on to suggest the different ways Brian can remedy the problem, assuming he hasn’t already done so.
Hmm… ‘Passed away’ is not one of the choices, nor is either of the ‘d’ words, which I would be incapable of checking off anyway, despite it being the truth. Unbelievable. I’m a basket case, crying, indecisive and furious, all because of this stupid sheet of paper… The impulse to rip it into a million little pieces is hard to resist, but I do… Ignoring it won’t make it go away, and it’s hard to fax confetti…
Ironically, another sister in sorrow recently mentioned this very thing happened to her. Surprise… We return from the beach and there it is, lying in wait. I told John her story, and he felt slightly better knowing we weren’t the only ones. I guess in a manner of speaking, I was forewarned. I just didn’t think it would happen to me. I should know better by now…
Wishing you sunshine and hope…tg
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