There are plots to purchase, files to finish, wills to complete, executors, who does what and when, life insurance to finalize, so many decisions.
Yet, we, in fact well over 50% of those questioned often shy away from that which is inevitable.
We think somehow we will escape the final outcome.
In college, one of the most practical classes I attended had an assignment where we had to plan our own funeral, every penny, every detail.
I and my family had made similar plans just weeks earlier at the passing of my step father, two weeks before my high school graduation.
There was a study once that said if given the choice for someone to know the date of their death, 96% would choose not to know.
I am in the 4%.
Now that I am facing without fear that which will one day overtake me, every hour, every minute, every look, every hug from a grandchild, every memory made and those yet to be made are so, so, special.
Pages read, notes scribed, words…said and not said.
Most of my life is now behind me.
I told someone a few years ago, that if they hear that I am near the end to come find me.
And in my remaining moments.
I will tell them a beautiful story.