Most families never get to say it.
When my best friend Edwina buried her stepmom and then her dad, the funeral wasn’t the hardest part. Finding everything was. Which insurance. Which credit cards. Who the beneficiaries were. Where the deed was.
When her dad couldn’t speak for himself anymore, one thing went right: they’d done the paperwork while he could still say what he wanted. The doctors knew exactly who to call.
This workbook is the binder. Two of them, actually.