I'm the beneficiary on Love's life insurance, the same as he told me. I don't know how much it is yet; I have only been notified that I am the beneficiary. I feel that Love did write his brother in Missouri instructing him that I was to have his ashes, and for some unknown reason, his family didn't want to give them to me. Maybe his family thought it would be too embarrassing somehow, and didn't understand that we would have been buried together. No matter! Certainly his family should have understood that if I was named beneficiary of his insurance, he would have wanted me to have been the beneficiary of all his world possessions, ashes included.
I'm still having trouble with my appetite, but I can get my favorite pair of bluejeans zipped, which I haven't been able to do for at least six months. I'm not sleeping well, and am waking half a dozen times a night.
