grief, Photograph by Tamara Beachum, practical matters
I need a will. I’m perfectly healthy but this pops into my head every now and then because you never know. I have an old will in place but it has my late husband’s name all over it for important decisions like whether or not I should be kept on a ventilator if there is no hope of my survival. (That answer is no, by the way.) We think this stuff won’t happen to us or that we have lots of time but that’s not always the case. Ken and I looked around one day and discovered we had two children (how did that happen?!) so we had all of the necessary estate documents drawn up. I never thought I would have to exercise that power of attorney, but I did. I couldn’t imagine unfolding the blue cover on my husband’s living will to show his attending physicians but that’s exactly what happened. I thought those papers would yellow with age and eventually crumble to the bottom of the lock box after decades passed, I needed them in less than one. Thanks to our fabulous attorney who was uber thorough and the fact that we followed his advice carefully, I had only one small account that took much effort to probate. That was a good thing because let me tell you grieving widow and estate executrix are two jobs that don’t fit together nicely. Even worse would be having to work through the process when there is no will in place. I can’t imagine. So I’ve been meeting with that same attorney and my updated documents will soon be...
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