Today, I am writing again, but this day I am finishing up the family trust. This is a Living Trust. A legal instrument that replaces my Will, another document for those to read when I pass. [Yikes!] But alarming as that feels, it is inevitable, so no need to ponder on this a minute longer.
I do want what little I have, especially a certain personal item or so, to move to someone I believe will want to have it. That sounds pretty corny, doesn't it? Should I presume that anyone at all would want anything of me and mine… that I now have, but won't need after leaving this life? Hmmm… [There I go again with the Hmms]
Well, I feel humbled. I know for a fat fact that should I pass before my honey, my honey will want all I have, including and especially all the glorious happy memories of love, honor and cherish till death do us part. That's a no brainer.
As with any loss of life, bequeaths made for certain beneficiaries of life's accumulations are a part of life followed by death on earth.
My children come to mind, of course, as most moms consider. I have three and six grands as well. So who wants what? At this moment, I really don't know.
I think back about my own mother's passing now more than a year ago. In her Trust fund and outside her Trust as well, she listed heirs that I didn't understand until now. I think that a mother (most mothers) gives all to raise her children, and as time goes by, it is up to the child to give all back. I believe that this is what my mother based her bequeaths on. Not just the gift she gave raising a child year after year, but of how that child returned that gift of caring, kindness and good deeds. I am sure that this circle of life is meant for each child, as well as, the child of child, because my mother did give goodies to her grands, some and not some. But notice did I that others did apply… to her at least. Puzzled was I but not now.
Now, I stand in her place. I am not a rich person, financially I mean, though rich am I with love and attention bestowed. Because of this obvious lack of wealth, I am sure no one is clamoring to become an heir of mine. This is probably a good thing. How it must hurt to be a millionaire and know that friends and relatives are only nice to you because they want to inherit your money. Not for me to worry about [smile joyfully]
All this death and dying business does help me to better understand the people in my life, what they do and don't do; as well as who they are today. [Yes] I had a dream about the kind of person each of my children would grow up to be. Their values. Actions. Affects. What they pass on that I taught them, that is, if they accepted what I believe is the right or the wrong. Life does present problems, but how do people deal with life's surprises? That's the question. How does anyone pass through life escaping bad times?
I do not judge because I certainly do not want to be judged. Too many faux pas did I make over this life of mine. No, I only observe… as anyone might watch a passerby in the mall or market. As I look and see, it is the latter part of life that I notice now. Like my mother, I gave and give to my children and my children's children with a free heart, and expect nothing in return, because that is the job of my life when I gave birth and those then did bring the birth of new life themselves.
Today, as I feel the sunset of life coming closer upon me, I can't help notice the thoughts, words, and deeds of those who would be heirs. Who of those I love so much should I put pen to paper, name and not. Is birth alone of those and those of those, simply enough to name? Is it about who of those shows care or doesn't care? Should it matter who has already been gifted? Does anyone even want to be an heir of mine? Because of my mother, I better understand the who and why. It is a dilemma she faced as life played her final beat. That fate is now mine to face. As life goes on.
That's all for today.