Certification of a life

And death.

Here are all the documents we needed to find to take to the Registrar today.

In finding them we came across other precious memories and letters that Mum had kept especially. Her mother’s diaries (this desire for record keeping obviously runs in the family) and some letters from me when I was at university. There were more tears.

I’ve packed away her stuff retrieved from the Home, to be dealt with at a later date.

The registration of death was like something out of the Victorian era. Painfully slow and formal. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the registrar had produced a quill to sign the papers.

She didn’t, but our experience featured a fountain pen, a pot of ink and a blotting pad...