I have to go to the bank this morning to grab copies of our older son's birth certificate. He's going abroad again and needs them for his visa. Sounds simple, but this kind of looking at the safe deposit box sometimes brings up a lot of emotion for me. My parents' rings, old passports, the will - memories arise. Then there is the guilt I feel for not having written a letter yet to each of my children for opening upon my death. And the pesky fact of needing to list what special things I want to go to which kid. I know it would be better to state ahead of time and save tension after I'm gone. I also should say what I want for a memorial service, and what songs.
So it's about a birth certificate, but it's about death, too. And its about responsibility and easing the way for any grieving that occurs when I'm gone. From that point of view, I need a letter to my husband as well, and maybe a couple for friends. I try to make each encounter with another the best it can be, in case we never see each other again. Maybe my next encounter with the safe deposit box needs to be as thoughtful.
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