Live Long

Living well is the best revenge. George Herbert. I hear you regarding the time of grief and stress when someone dies. I don’t remember having any of those emotions or experiences with my mom’s death. I remember mainly getting with the older of my two sisters and telling her to let everyone contribute their ideas regardless of their ability to contribute financially. I knew that Jennifer and I would cover whatever they could not pull off, along with the insurance.

I’m the middle child of the seven children. My mom’s choice of me as the executor after her last breath possibly stemmed from my stoic and practical, plodding way of handling things. I remember crying at the funeral, but my emotions gushed out from seeing my visually distraught and overwhelmed siblings and other family members.

I had, as well as others, already done what we could for Mother Simon. She had made me aware that the doctor gave her one year to live. I told her I was sorry and would do whatever she needed to be comfortable. We had already put up her ceiling fan and bought her a nice TV with a built-in VCR so she could conveniently play her videos. I was a bit mischievous. I would let the siblings give me money to contribute and then give it to my mother. I did the same thing after she died, and my siblings wanted to contribute. I allowed them to give what they could and did not give an amount.

Families often fight over what the deceased left behind. My mother was smart and left instructions in her living will that if anyone contested the distribution of her “leftovers,” they would be excluded from the will. Mother Simon lives with her praying, generous, loving, and Spirit-filled children. Simplysaidbysimon, die with no regrets. ALS – Always Looking Spify. Thanks, Belinda.