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As we age…

I am close to 60 now. I spend a lot of time in the hospital between medical issues and mental issues.

At this point I need to have my children ready to take over my finances while I am in the hospital.

I don’t have assets so I don’t have a lot of worries about a will. There literally won’t be anything left. Worried enough about having enough to be cremated only and without a service. Right now that program is $2500.

So plans include adding oldest daughter to my checking account as an equal. That way if something happens to my account or she locks the online account out she will be allowed to get it unlocked by them.

She also has a list of all my credit card bills and the info. If she locks herself out in most cases she is stuck and we will hope she can pay over phone without a fee or she will need their address for postal payment.

The last thing I have to worry about is my finances while in the hospital.

I checked into prepaid funerals/cremations and they are too high and life insurance is even higher. I don’t care what they do so a simple cremation with no service/party is fine with me.

We are thinking on having my daughter open a savings account that I could do my own prepaid funeral. Depending on date of death and how much I can scrape together they may not get stuck with the whole thing.

Luckily I trust my children.

I have one more parent’s funeral to go through and he prepaid the whole thing so that is one less problem. My sister is the executor. I was originally, but I freaked out every time they said the word death in their situation. They finally realized that I was not the one for that. I am better now. I guess if you don’t fear death enough to try and kill yourself things tend to change if you survive like I did.

Praise the Lord,




Celebrating A Life “Gone From My Sight” by Henry Van Dyke

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Celebrating A Life

“Gone From My Sight” by Henry Van Dyke

In memory of Janet M. Dean

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her. And just at the moment someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying…

Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.


My name is Tessa and this poem is in memory of my mom who did a newsletter before the computer age hit our house. She would have loved running a blog. Since I am following in her footsteps I am putting this up in her memory. It means a lot to me, my dad, my mom and my sister.