Thanksgiving is in the rearview mirror and boughs of holly and evergreen sprigs have replaced the pumpkins and autumn decor. For the moment, a quiet peaceful feeling has settled into the house as the shift to the next whirlwind of activities and merriment looms just around the bend.
Tasks To Do
It is time to do some serious spring cleaning in Boomers’ basements, attics and garages filled to the brim with family mementos and “treasures”.
The days are finally getting longer and the snow piles have melted here in New Hampshire. Reminders of this past winter still linger. Snow removal equipment has been stored and mittens and boots are slowly being tucked away as the early signs of spring finally emerge in New England.
April 15 is here. You’ve probably heard this saying before - There are only two things that are certain in life - death and taxes. The difference between these two predictable events is that death only happens once.
We make up a variety of reasons for dragging our feet when it comes time to prepare and file our income taxes- even when we know that the dreaded deadline doesn’t change year after year.
What does planning for death and preparing taxes have in common?
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.
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.