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Writing Your Will and Making an Inventory

Delve Deeper

Delve Deeper

I have a confession to make.  I have not written my will.

I do not know what is stopping me – not the thought of invincibility because slowly I am finding out the truth and fact of my humanity.  Not for lack of knowledge – I have drafted wills for others and other more complicated – and more sober (sobering?) – documents. Not for lack of having given it thought – because I have.

Then what?

Because writing a will is an emotional exercise and I am not sure if I can handle the enormity of it.  It is half love letter, half goodbye letter, transmitting all of your hopes and dreams to people you hope not to leave behind too soon.  It is a practical letter, an inventory of your life and what you have accumulated in terms of the material and the familial and the emotional.  It has a potential to be controversial, leaving in its wake disappointments and tensions and conflicts that you no longer can put under control.  It is a testament to what your life has been, to what you valued and continue to value.  It is a last heave before you and your life and your words says caput.

And how do you say goodbye?

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Let It Be Done According To Your Will

One With The Sun, The Moon and The Stars

One With The Sun, The Moon and The Stars

Death is in the periphery, unacknowledged, but it is a truth as certain as the setting of the sun.  All of us will die.  While the “how” is not up to us (under normal circumstances), the disposition of our body and our possessions are within our control.

Can you face it?

Sooner or later, you need to.  Yes, the law does provide for instances when there is no will (intestate succession) but you may leave more destruction and confusion in your wake (literally) if this is the path you choose.  But the law has given you an easy way out (again, literally), and this is through a holographic will.

I always imagine a hologram when I hear the term holographic will.  In my imagination, I see a dead person speaking from the grave, telling the ones he left behind how he loved them, how he lived, how he wants things to be, now that he is gone.  Kind of a love letter, and a confession at the same time; a bequeath, his last chance to be generous; an acceptance that everything is temporary and that he cannot bring things material, not one, to the great beyond.

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