PART 4-My daughter took me to the Social Security Office to “help” me apply for my benefits card, but when the girl typed in my Social Security Number, she closed her laptop and whispered: “Ma’am, do not sign anything… you’ve been listed as dead for three years.” That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was seeing who had been collecting the money in my name all that time.
PART TWELVE: ARTHUR’S LAST LETTER Arthur died the following spring. His heart failed while he slept in a small rented apartment six miles from my house. This time, the death …
PART 4-My daughter took me to the Social Security Office to “help” me apply for my benefits card, but when the girl typed in my Social Security Number, she closed her laptop and whispered: “Ma’am, do not sign anything… you’ve been listed as dead for three years.” That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was seeing who had been collecting the money in my name all that time. Read More