getting organised

Dad had a plan to be fully organised before he was too weak to organise anything. He thought he had months rather than weeks. So now we sit at his bed and work with him to unravel the mysteries of bank account codes, keys to buildings in other cities, family trusts, repairs and maintenance on the house and things stashed in the back of his Landcruiser.

He recited account numbers and passwords and safe combinations off the top of his head today, but at the same time has become a little more confused, a little less here.