And to my oldest daughter I leave my shoe collection.
Day 92 suggests you go ahead and write a will right there on the pages of the book. It is silly, listing your prized possessions, your CD collection, your tupperware, your debt, your secrets…
Once again this ridiculous book is synced up with my “real life” in a way that I was not prepared to think about. Sometimes I move through a day and I consciously choose not to think about it, not to write about it, not to process it. This is still a step ahead from the Ignore This Necessary Part of Life Altogether method of my youth.
A few weeks ago we sat down at the kitchen table and we filled in the blanks. What will happen to our kids if something happens to us? Our life insurance policy would cover our house, right? None of this is fun. None of it is “best case scenario.” None of it is “happily ever after.”
I still don’t want to write about it. It took me two weeks to open the legal envelope from the lawyer’s office and review the final draft. I did it this morning. With a princess pencil. It didn’t make it any easier.