Living Will.
My father has certainly been getting his ducks in a row since this heart attack happened.
I now have power of attorney over him (I told him I was buying monkeys with his money), as well as being one of the executors of his living will. So. Pretty much, I own him.
Also, he’s been getting the safety deposit box at the bank organized. I don’t even know what’s in there. A copy of his regular will, I guess. Some other stuff. Now, there’s a letter in there in an envelope that says, READ ME FIRST on it. I don’t know what that’s about.
It’s morbid, sure. But I’m glad he’s getting organized. Just in case.
Some Stuff | Liz October 24, 2007
By stephanie, October 27, 2007 @ 8:11 am
My mom is doing the same thing. She calls me up and is like, ‘So blah, blah, here is where everything is and I’m getting my will finalized and you have to come over and go over it all with me so you will know what to do.’
Eesh. Scary, kind of.
By Liz, October 27, 2007 @ 6:31 pm
It’s really disconcerting. On the other hand, not knowing anything about anything if dad dies seems like an ignorant choice, if the happy ostrich one.