Even the most innocuous of decisions can cause anguish. Our will is straightforward: a few bucks for nieces and nephews, provision for our cats, a list of charities to divide up the rest (assuming there is a 'rest.')
No heavy lifting here. But we put off the list making and put it off again, and when I finally put our decisions on paper, it felt suicidal. I did not realize the extent to which delaying the making of a will can feel just a little bit like postponing the eventuality for which wills are made.
So many impediments to the human race evolving to the point of basic common sense. I doubt we ever get there.
1 comment:
oh yes
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