Showing posts with label old age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old age. Show all posts

Monday, August 8, 2011

More of Your Government's Logic


Last week I wrote about the government's decision to take back my mother-in-laws social security check because she had the audacity to die on the 27th instead of waiting until the end of the month.  I received both written and verbal comments.  One comment was "Ludicrous".  Today's post is even more ludicrous.

Two years ago, my husband reconnected with a teacher who had impacted his life.  She was flattered that she had touched him so much and they corresponded several times.  Later in the year, she sent us an invitation to her mother's 100 birthday party.  Her mother is a delightful woman still living in her own home and caring for herself.  She is now 102 years old.

Yesterday, her daughter-in-law informed us that the family had been contacted by the social security office and informed that the 102 year old woman was not eligible for government assistance because she did not have a certified birth certificate.  They they sent an 'investigator' out to her house to investigate the 'fraud'. 

The family explained that 102 years ago, birth certificates were not registered.  There simply was no such thing.  The family searched high and low to acquire proof that the woman "is who she says she is"  (Investigator's words).

When the family could not acquire documentation, the investigator, who apparently has a PhD in mathematics, said, "All you have to do is get a bunch of people who were living when she was born to testify that she is who she says she is."

At that point in the story I said, "She's 102."

The daughter-in-law said, "That's what I said.  If we found anyone who remembers when she was born, they would be 120 years old."

You will be relieved to know that the social security department finally dropped the case.  Now don't you feel 'secure'?

Monday, April 25, 2011

Questions About Funerals

Years ago, I had a dear friend who was 79 years old and still working in the church nursery every service.   We called her Grandma Parmer and she diapered every baby in the church for 30 years.  One Sunday morning I was volunteering in the nursery.  Grandma Parmer sat in her rocking chair reflecting on something deep.  Finally she looked up at me.

"Theresa, I had to go to a funeral yesterday.  That person was only 54 years old."  She said.

"I'm sorry."

"I just have one question for you."  She said with a wrinkled brow.  "Where do all these people find time to die?  I just don't seem to have the time."

Sure enough, she lived several more years before she "found time to die."