Canon's Diary

Yesterday, I must have fallen asleep in bed without even realizing it. I hadn’t taken a shower.
On the table sits a half-finished glass of whisky, its fizz gone flat.
My eyes seem swollen.
It’s now 6:30 in the morning. I take a small sip from the glass on the table.
Once again, tears begin to well up.

Today at 11 a.m., there’s a meeting scheduled to discuss the arrangements for my father’s funeral.
It seems my sister will be attending with me.
I also need to notify my company about taking bereavement leave.
The balcony outside the window looks slightly wet—apparently it rained last night.
The sky is overcast.

Before the meeting with the funeral home, I started handling some of the recommended administrative procedures:
switching the NHK license out of my father’s name, canceling his mobile phone contract, changing the names on the landline and internet services.
Notifications also need to be made regarding water and electricity bills.
My sister is taking care of the claim process for his cancer insurance payout.

Many of these services are difficult to reach by phone, often routed through automated systems, but once things are underway, most of the tasks should be completed within a week.
I’ve heard that switching my father’s pension to a survivor’s pension for my mother will be especially time-consuming.

During the meeting with the funeral home, we decided not to hold a formal funeral.
Instead, we will arrange a farewell gathering in the room where my father is currently being kept, and then proceed directly to the crematorium.
A member of the Soka Gakkai women’s division came to visit and offered her condolences to my mother.
She also kindly explained the procedures for the farewell service.

It seems that a few volunteers from the youth division will lead the sutra chanting as dōshi (chant leaders) during the gathering.
Several members who had close ties with my father also plan to attend the service.

In the evening, I completed the cancellation of my father’s mobile phone.
I’ve set it up so that any incoming calls to his number will redirect to my phone.

Time continues to rush by, leaving little space for reflection.
That’s all I can write for today.