The other day, I saw this scooter put out in the trash area for bulk pickup. Given that the scooter likely came from the belongings of a woman who died a few months ago, I feel a little sad seeing the scooter here to be taken out with the trash..
We all get old, and we all die. It's just a matter of how and when that these things happen. For many of us, it's hard to get our heads around the idea of a time in which we won't exist. Since our lives can end at anytime, it makes sense to plan for tomorrow, but live for today.
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This morning, I came home from a doctor's appointment and met my next door neighbor. He said that he hadn't heard any noise coming from my apartment and hadn't seen my car move in several days. If he hadn't seen me come in today, he might have called the police to check in on me. This got me to thinking: What if something did happen to me? Who'd care other than distant family and friends?
Right now, my apartment is a total mess. I'd feel sorry for the people who would be responsible if I were to die suddenly, as they would need to figure out how I arranged things in my financial life and then clean out, freshen up, and sell my apartment. So, I will need to take care of a few things while I still have the ability to do so. (No, I don't expect anything to happen to me. But how many of us do?)
As my readers know, I maintain two wardrobes. I can only imagine what my brother would think if he saw what was in one of my closets. Whoever handles the closeout of my life will be in for some surprises. It's too bad that I won't be around to see their reactions....
