In my first day of what would become a two day career as a legal assistant (secretary) I was doing a lot of filing. The type of filing that involves verifying that everything is in alphabetical order because what I can screw up has already been screwed up. As I was flipping through the manilla tabs and maroon legal folders, the part of my brain not diligently memorizing the first four letters of every last name was actually reading each of the names and swimming through who I thought they could be.
A little background: The office (which I started calling "our office" in my head) does a lot of what is called "Elder Law" which is basically what it sounds like. Geoff Barnhardt, attourney at law, specializes in setting up what is going to happen as someone is aging, what happens as they're dying, and where all their stuff goes. There were 4 file cabinets towers with cases labeled "Open" and roughly 15 cabinets labeled "Closed". I filed all of them. I went through names that made me laugh, names that were entirely consonants, names that were the same as some of my friends, names that I wish I had, names that were entirely vowels. One name made me pause. Fingering the "S"s I hit a folder that said: "Skye, Remember".
Before yesterday I had never even seen a will and now I've touched several hundred. Her file was in an "Open" cabinet and that made me feel good, I hope she's doing well.
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