Of Sound Mind and Body

Well, today started out nicely enough.  Went to church, taught the Sunday School class, enjoyed children in charge of the service, had lunch at Mom and Dad's, floated in their pool, took a lovely nap, tweeted with my friends.  Fun things to do!  But then, I created a will.  Not so much fun, as it turns out.

I don't anticipate an early demise, but I do have some assets that need attending to if I do meet an untimely end, and I don't have any documents that instruct anyone what I'd like done with my stuff.  Well, no more!  I now have a document, downloaded and completed, that explains that, should I go on to my eternal reward, I want Jessica Rose Loyd to receive my pearls and mom and dad to receive everything else.  Including Sophie and Dino.

But in filling out these forms and considering what I have that is of value and what persons mean the most to me, I've had to confront the fact that, at forty, things are not what I had planned for myself in my twenties.  While the assets I've gained are completely on track with my game plan, my benefactors are not.  Nothing like considering one's death and unfulfilled goals on a bright, sunny Sunday afternoon to really sort of ruin the lunch and pool bliss.

The fact that keeps me from taking to my bed with the vapors (have never done that!  planning to google how do this . . . ) is that this will, while legally binding, does account for the fact that situations change, and if or when they do, the document can be amended.  So that's comforting, and while I know what plans I have for myself in the immediate future, and the life events that got me here, I'm content, today, to let the other parts fall in to place as destiny will have them fall.


P.S.  I'm adding the MRI I had last October to the 40 List!  Mom and I had a conversation about it, and while it was not a FUN first, it was still a first.  Much like this will.  And, as I am still of sound mind and body, I reserve the right to change my mind!  :-)

P.P.S.  On the advice of my blog readers, I'm adding this addendum about my pearl necklace to explain why it gets top billing among the things in my house that will be dealt with after my passing. The pearl necklace was given to me by my grandmother at my high school graduation as a gold chain with just five pearls strung on it.  After that milestone, my grandma and grandpa, and sometimes mom and dad, gave me individual new pearls for every special occasion after that--birthdays, Christmases, consequent graduations, jobs successfully won, my new home, and pretty much every congratulatory event that came my way after high school.  That pearl necklace, filled completely in now, represents one good memory after another, and it is the one physical thing I own that would break my heart if it got auctioned off.  It is important to me that someone important to me receive it and love it as much as I do, and I can't think of a better young lady than my Jessica Rose.