It feels weird to even write about this, but it was also weird to experience. In May, I found my checkbook down to the last few pages. We live in an age where checks are hardly used, so an order for a few books can last a very long time. I can’t tell you the last time I had to order checks, but I can tell you that Tony was alive and well.
It took over four years for the checks with his name on them finally dwindle to the point where I needed to place an order. I logged onto the bank site and picked a check style that Tony would never have agreed to and hit order.
Last week, the new checks arrived. It is so weird to see only my name at the top of those checks. Tony and Emily Vielhauer are no more according to the bank.
I still haven’t used the new checks. I imagine that will also be a weird first.
In my ‘before’, I would never have given a second thought to this simple task. Death has taught me that sometimes it’s the smallest, most mundane tasks that remind us of the ones we lost.
