Such a sad single word, which has the ability to shatter ones life. In the past year in this household we have suffered two bereavements. One on my husband’s side of the family and one on mine. Each one different, in as much as partially expected against totally unexpected, the emotional connection we each felt to the deceased. Yet the two separate events were catalysts for a chain of events that neither of us expected. Such is life and even though the initial catalyst was dreadful, they are the positives that have resulted from a sad situation.
Look beyond though, to the practicalities. The turmoil that death leaves behind. The family divides and arguments at a time when families should pull together. The questions that there are no answers too, the questions that potentially might arise in the future.
- Is there a will? Where is it?
- Who are those named in the will? names and addresses?
- Is all the answers the executors will need in the will?
- Does even our spouse know of our wishes?
There are so many questions. Would your family know the answers, or perhaps be shocked by the answers?
Certainly in my working life it is okay of course to be ahead of the game, being prepared for a meeting or alike,to know the outcome of your labours. This is different. Being ahead of the game in this situation is the final journey. There is no way of checking everything is in place, the last conversations for clarity. In a rather callous way the curtains are down and there is no encore.
Sobering isn’t it?