I re-made my will this week. When I say re-made, I went to a professional; a solicitor, who happily pointed out the pitfalls of home-made legal documents, laughed gently and signed me up. When a man gets to my time of life, and have seen the signs, and read the runes, you get the message that it might be the best thing to get your affairs in order. I also commenced the generation of a Lasting Power of Attorney so that , if my time comes early, my wife’s affairs are in the hands of my daughter and my sons; and not subject to the whims of the so-called civil servants who run an uncaring, cold and grasping Court of Protection.
After signing my Last Will and Testament, I thought it appropriate to meander through nine-odd years of blogging, and to select the one post which ‘rang all the bells’ for myself at least. I have written, harangued, fulminated, and wondered; but the Post which did indeed make me proudest is one regarding the most precious beings I have nurtured; namely, my family. I reproduce it here, just because!
I balance the positives and the true treasures of my own life, which can be catalogued as three strong, intelligent, successful and vibrant adult family members, along with the added bonus of three noisy grandsons; against the negatives, of which I have written previously.
I hope, when the time comes for remembrance, and for long after, my sons and daughter will speak of me kindly, remembering my awful jokes in between reminiscence of a man, and a father, who did his best.