Thursday, September 16, 2010

Inheritance Management

 
The young man who set up our family trust 14 years ago came by yesterday. We've both aged since we met. He has lost some hair. Mine is gray. He was so helpful to me when my husband Fred died, taking care of many legal details. Still, whenever I need a notary, he stops by, no charge.

With tears in his eyes, he said he was really busy because three of his clients had died in the last week. When he went into the inheritance management business, that aspect of it probably didn't occur to him. He recalled a Twilight Zone episode about a nursing home where someone had made it possible for the residents to become young again. Most of them were quite excited, but one man declined the offer, saying he didn't want to go through losing all his loved ones again.

Death seems so awful when we're young but it has become familiar to me. Not welcome, but not to be dreaded.

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