Monday, 30 November 2009
An Old Woman in Barclay's Bank in Uppermill
I was paying some money in and struggling with the paying-in slip...remember when you used to fill those out for fun as a child? Banking was very exciting to me as a kid...
Anyway, I was struggling and an elderly lady came in clutching a lot of paperwork and she went up to the counter and handed the bulk of paperwork over to the cashier and said that she had been told to come into the branch by a nice man on the phone, as she needed to change the details of her account.
The lady behind the counter nodded and asked why she needed to change the details and the elderly lady said:
"My husband died last week so I need to close our joint account and get one in just my name. This is his death certificate."
I was the only other customer in the bank and her words hit me like a ton of bricks, the two staff members in the bank also fell silent, the elderly lady gave a weak smile and the cashier began the process of erasing her husband's name and details from the system with a seriousness befitting the situation.
I paid my money in and left, thinking how sad that was, what a horrible thing to have to do and I got angry that no family members were around to help her with the tidying up of the loose ends left by death.
Perhaps she didn't want a fuss.
And then to top it off, I read this piece today in the Guardian about how homosexuality in Uganda will soon be punished by death or life in prison.
Sometimes, we seem to be taking far too many steps backwards...