R.J.
I do this with everything. The only difference is that I really enjoy it. Well, I should say I've learned to enjoy it.
I realized awhile ago, that this is just what I do. So I start planning, instead of feeling helpless.
So I have life insurance, a letter that I periodically rewrite to my kiddo, a will (including who is to take care of my son in the event that my H was with me when I bit it), letters to my parents and h outlining my hopes & dreams for kiddo and his life and education (the whole "what mom would have wanted" sort of thing), photobooks, you name it.
Death can come at any moment for any of us. Car accidents, heart attacks, bridges collapsing, a slip down the stairs and a broken neck, cancer, plague, earthquakes, floods, muggings, random acts of violence, undertow, posionious creepy crawlies, food posioning, tornado, electrocution, gas leak, nuclear war, war of any fashion, infected papercut, you name it. My mind has rather seriously rejected the whole "it could never to me" kind of thing.
So it runs out every single scenario as it pops into my mind. In the beginning, YES I got the full on grief thing. Now, however, that I've processed my own death enough times... it's a 30 second thing rather than a 5-60 minute thing.
I say I "enjoy" it... because it's a durn good reminder. Are my affairs in order? Is everything set up to the best of my ability? Am I enjoying EVERY SINGLE MINUTE I CAN with the people I love?
My brain likes to hash things out. It's just the way I am. Now... I have been "brought back" twice... and I've almost died many many times... so maybe I have a bit of a "skein of your life is only so long" kind of perspective. But since it's the way I am... I work around it to the best of my ability.
And as yet... none of my doomsday thoughts have come to pass. But that doesn't mean I don't keep a serrated knife duct taped to my door in my car incase a bridge collapses and I need to cut us both free. (In one of my "can't stop the mind movie" things, I couldn't find the durn knife... it was tossed somewhere in the car). Will we ever need to use the knife? Not likely. But it's there. Because I went ahead and thrashed out that particular waking nightmare after getting stuck in traffic on a bridge, and my mind in it's boredom, decided to imagine what would happen if it all came tumbling down AND we managed to survive. Okay, then what? Okay, then what?
That's what my mind does... "then what?"
AND THEN... I enjoy the heck outta my life. :) :) :)
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