Have you ever come across any unknown, unmarked keys such as the ones pictured above?
Did you happen to find them in a strange place where you not only wondered what they were doing in that location, but, more importantly, you wondered what did those keys actually open?
It is hard enough keeping track of which keys open what when you are the owner and you are still alive. Now imagine the problems that arise when you die and someone else is left to figure out the puzzle!
Do you keep a diary or journal? Have you been writing in it for decades? Are your diaries hidden in a secret spot or placed out in the open easily visible to others?
Are all of your inner most personal thoughts, feelings, secrets, and descriptive stories of both heartache and accomplishments laid bare inside those hand written pages?
Do you worry about (or have you ever thought about) what happens to your diaries when you die?
I heard a story recently that got my attention. Here’s what I remember about it.
In a nutshell, someone’s mom had died and the daughter “in charge” of picking out an urn for her mother’s ashes was so consumed by grief that she sent her spouse to the funeral home in her place.
Next came the phone call from the spouse to his cousin while in the “shopping area” in the back of the funeral home. He was asking for help in making the selection (by phone) of the “appropriate” urn.
Let’s face it. We live in a sophisticated, technologically driven world whether we like it or not. Like most things in life, that happens to be both good and bad news.
But with technology comes passwords, usernames, and PIN numbers. Not only are we instructed to keep these in a “safe” place, we are challenged with the task, on a daily and sometimes hourly basis, of remembering what password goes with what.
Let’s explore the proverbial question of “what comes first, the chicken or the egg?”
Now let’s compare that story with planning for death.
Do you know that answer to that question? Or do you just have a strong intuition about which comes first?
Now here’s another question to ponder…..
What is your gut reaction to the title of this post?
What do you think about building your own coffin?
Are you sitting there thinking that’s not only crazy, but a bit morbid? Or are you thinking-hey-that’s not such a bad idea…
My gut reaction is why not? Why not plan for death?
Writing an obituary for your loved one after their death is quite possibly one of the hardest tasks to do well.
First of all, one tends to be in a the midst of being consumed by grief, with emotions running all over the map, taking over any ability to think clearly or rationally, much less putting more than two accurate sentences together in a meaningful way.
Are you feeling gleeful today?
Do you have a skip in your step? Are you snapping your fingers and tapping your toes?
It must be the vernal equinox at play marking a shift in the way we feel.
Sorting through and parting with your loved one’s personal items after their death is possibly one of the hardest tasks to do…ever.
Nothing really prepares you for the emotional challenge of deciding what to keep and what not to.