You know how it goes: Nothing is certain, but death and taxes. I don't think too much about taxes. It's probably the one thing where I just let RL have all the fun. But death, well I'm kind of weird when it comes to that subject.Yesterday I was driving home from work and was nearly t-boned by a semi on the expressway. The first thing I thought: "Yeah, I'm ready to die." Not like suicide or anything, I'm just ready. My ducks are in a row. Things are good with the Man upstairs. I've told my kids I love them. I think about stuff like that, probably a lot more than others. There's been a lot of deaths in my family; too many have died too young. So I guess that's why I think that way.
I mean, I already have my casket picked out. I'll hear a song on the radio or one of my CDs and think, "Oh, that would be good to play at my funeral!" Some people plan their dream wedding, I plan my funeral. Well, I don't sit around and daydream about it . . . Ok, yeah, sometimes I do. But I snap myself out of it after a few minutes.
And if this is who's escorting me out of this life . . . Well . . .
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Funny, the things we daydream about isn't it? I've done that as well, although not often.
Sometimes I worry about what would happen to my family if I left early. Usually I manage to realize how much has been done to make sure they are taken care of though.
Yeah, I admit it. I think about it too. Except the funeral part. I told my wife if anything happens then she should do what she feels is necessary for her. After all, the funeral isn't for me, If I am there, it is because the man upstairs decided I should see, but I suspect I'll be up there instead of back here watching. Anyway, I think a funeral is part of the acceptance part for those still here, so I concede my funeral to those who need it for them to accept and continue living.
When this thought passes through my brain, I am always afraid I'm not ready, that I still have too many what if's rattling around in my head. I listen to sermons and have heard people talk about how they don't fear death, welcome it when it's time, that kind of thing, and I think I can't wrap my head around that.
However, if jumping off my mortal coil means a little jaunt with Mr. Pitt, I can likely imagine that a little more clearly!
Knowing things are settled is a good place to be, huh?
Used to think about it a lot in the years after Dad passed. Like you, got everything settled and (hopefully) managed so no worries really.
Have told Queenie (though she doesn't like my ideas) just have the left-overs (body) roast 'em and scatter 'em on the river. (don't want anyone looking for me when I ain't here no more) Then throw a party and celebrate when the insurance check clears. :-)
Well, I can't say that all my ducks are in a row; I've still got young kids who I'm not done raising yet, for one thing.
I need to get a will written; not that there's anything terribly controversial - Molly gets everything - but it helps keep things from getting tied up in court. . .
Every so often, I'll sit Molly down and show her where everything is, but she isn't all that interested. So I just make sure she knows who to talk to to find it when she needs it. . .
But, as far as it goes, if the Lord called me home tomorrow, I wouldn't be afraid to see Him (well, maybe just a little; the whole 'awesome & holy' thing, y'know. . .)
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