Happily, there have been a few people to help, most especially my Aunt Joan, who is the kind of person you want in a fox hole with you.
Yesterday, we got a rabbi for the memorial service, Evan Moffic. He seemed a great guy, with whom we surprisingly had some overlaps. (Among other things, he also writes for the Huffington Post.) And the founding rabbi of his temple had been a patient of my dad (who was a medical doctor.) Also, he knew of and once met my friend Rabbi Jack Moline, who people here might recall is on the Board of Directors for Elisberg Industry. But best of all is that he knows and thinks the world of the oft-mentioned here Nell Minow! So, that was an incredibly lucky happenstance.
We were at the funeral home today, and afterwards she asked me if my dad had a photo copier, and if I could make a copy of one of the documents for her. To my surprse, she didn't want to bother the funeral director with something so small. I immediately turned to him and said, "Can you make a copy?" Of course he could, and walked off to do so. I said to my aunt, "We just paid he thousand of dollars, he can make a photocopy for us." She laughed and said I was right.
Tonight, I had dinner here at the residence with a lovely lady I think the world of who on July 1 is going to turn 100. When I got back to the apartment, I called a relative Elinor Miller, who I wrote about here last year when she turned 100. I was well-bookended. And felt incredibly young.
Lots more ramblings tomorrow. The elves taking care of the homestead are laughing at me since they are having a grand time simply relaxing there.
Updates as they occur.