Why do you think funeral companies advertise their services and try to reverently advise you to pay in advance of your death, for them to put your existance to rest. I ask this with a bit of cheekiness but realistically if you feel you have nobody maybe "self care" is a somewhat satisfying option. I think about this a lot, just can't bring myself to pay upfront, but my "will" for the end of my earth journey will be specified in a document even though it is less important than my eternal journey.
I often wonder what people might think if they read my journals?! I think I might burn them lol. Lots of scathing thoughts I wouldn't want anyone to read. Maybe it's a good thing my penmanship is so bad.
My opinion: Your journal is you true self. Maybe those you write about would wake up and become better people if they really knew how you felt or how their actions affected you.
I've found a couple of letters my son wrote but never sent. They were directed at one particular person and I was mildly shocked but not surprised. Someday I want that person to read and be aware of how she destroyed his life.
I spent six years winding up my first husband's business, house, possessions, everything. It felt like I spent much of that time climbing out from under rubble. Sometimes I look around the house I live in now, full of things I enjoy having but am confident will end up in a thrift store or a dumpster when I'm gone, and I feel a quirky sense of peace. I like my stuff. But it's just stuff. Otherwise, my affairs are in order. I don't want anybody to have to spend much time or energy dealing with the detritus of a life from which I've moved on.
I made a couple of announcement type posts on Facebook, but every once in a while someone will show up in her message inbox that does not know, so I do write them back. And there's one thing she did every month as a reflection of her Scottish heritage. She found a picture of a rabbit and posted it with the message, Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits. I had no idea how many people waited to see this digital wish of good luck until the first month it wasn't there. After that I posted a bunny pic on the first and people were happy again.
I've done the same. I still have his cell phone with access to his Facebook and every so often a distant friend or two will message him, not knowing. I also answer them all. I'm not sure why I feel compelled to but I do.
I still expect to walk into the living room and see Susan sitting on the psychic couch. That's the couch we had in our previous home that we called the psychic room. That might be part. I know that in order to see her FB account, I need to keep her IPad charged. I think doing that is even more telling in how I feel, than answering messages on FB. Its sweet and innocent and I feel connected still.
You just completely validated me using just one sentence. I also keep Curtis's phone charged at all times because it makes me feel closer to him in some deranged way lol. Letting his phone die is too symbolic.
This brings up so many memories of Hubbys sister who was 27 when she passed. Meanwhile, you must know you will have very sad friends left behind. Maybe one will be like my step ma who is a hoarder. An old friend of hers passed and she refused to toss out a box of her useless items— ie: old birthday cards, a torn scarf. She finally opened the box and found a black widow making a home. She got rid of the spider and still has the box.
Oh my!!!!! I've often wondered what's made a home in my son's boxes lol. They've been in my parking garage for 3.5 years. I actually still have some of his baby stuff, 30 years later 😂
Why do you think funeral companies advertise their services and try to reverently advise you to pay in advance of your death, for them to put your existance to rest. I ask this with a bit of cheekiness but realistically if you feel you have nobody maybe "self care" is a somewhat satisfying option. I think about this a lot, just can't bring myself to pay upfront, but my "will" for the end of my earth journey will be specified in a document even though it is less important than my eternal journey.
I guess the pay up front option is a way to be certain your remains and expenses are covered. I don't think that'll help my landlord much 😁😁
I should really get on top of my will considering Curtis was my sole beneficiary.
I often wonder what people might think if they read my journals?! I think I might burn them lol. Lots of scathing thoughts I wouldn't want anyone to read. Maybe it's a good thing my penmanship is so bad.
My opinion: Your journal is you true self. Maybe those you write about would wake up and become better people if they really knew how you felt or how their actions affected you.
I've found a couple of letters my son wrote but never sent. They were directed at one particular person and I was mildly shocked but not surprised. Someday I want that person to read and be aware of how she destroyed his life.
I hope she does read them, and is profoundly affected by the words your son obviously felt deeply enough to write.
She will be.
I spent six years winding up my first husband's business, house, possessions, everything. It felt like I spent much of that time climbing out from under rubble. Sometimes I look around the house I live in now, full of things I enjoy having but am confident will end up in a thrift store or a dumpster when I'm gone, and I feel a quirky sense of peace. I like my stuff. But it's just stuff. Otherwise, my affairs are in order. I don't want anybody to have to spend much time or energy dealing with the detritus of a life from which I've moved on.
That sense of peace does not sound quirky at all to me. It is just stuff.
I made a couple of announcement type posts on Facebook, but every once in a while someone will show up in her message inbox that does not know, so I do write them back. And there's one thing she did every month as a reflection of her Scottish heritage. She found a picture of a rabbit and posted it with the message, Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits. I had no idea how many people waited to see this digital wish of good luck until the first month it wasn't there. After that I posted a bunny pic on the first and people were happy again.
I've done the same. I still have his cell phone with access to his Facebook and every so often a distant friend or two will message him, not knowing. I also answer them all. I'm not sure why I feel compelled to but I do.
I still expect to walk into the living room and see Susan sitting on the psychic couch. That's the couch we had in our previous home that we called the psychic room. That might be part. I know that in order to see her FB account, I need to keep her IPad charged. I think doing that is even more telling in how I feel, than answering messages on FB. Its sweet and innocent and I feel connected still.
You just completely validated me using just one sentence. I also keep Curtis's phone charged at all times because it makes me feel closer to him in some deranged way lol. Letting his phone die is too symbolic.
Then I guess there's two of us sharing the same derangement. Friends, funny how that works in life.
This brings up so many memories of Hubbys sister who was 27 when she passed. Meanwhile, you must know you will have very sad friends left behind. Maybe one will be like my step ma who is a hoarder. An old friend of hers passed and she refused to toss out a box of her useless items— ie: old birthday cards, a torn scarf. She finally opened the box and found a black widow making a home. She got rid of the spider and still has the box.
Oh my!!!!! I've often wondered what's made a home in my son's boxes lol. They've been in my parking garage for 3.5 years. I actually still have some of his baby stuff, 30 years later 😂
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