I was doing some online bill-paying this weekend when it occurred to me that Cliff would be in a state of confusion if I were to die: I've "gone green" with most of my bills, so we don't even get a bill in the mail. Poor Cliff wouldn't know when it was time to pay anything, or who to pay, for that matter.
I told him this morning I was going to write down all bills and the phone numbers to call for each of them, starting with utilities. He agreed it made sense and giving me a few things to add to the notes I was making for him, when he said, chuckling, "This is really funny... as if you're going to go before me."
I guess he thinks just because he's had heart surgery, he's guaranteed to die first.
"Cliff, I could croak any minute now. You never know," I said, grabbing my chest, coughing, and reaching an arm toward heaven as if I was dying on the spot.
So I've spent all morning writing down passwords he'll probably never use, but my daughter could always help him out with the online stuff if need be.
Then I wrote down every bill we have to pay, explained what it was for (Cliff didn't know Century Link was the name of our phone company) and put beside it the phone number to call to get back to paper billing.
Then he said, "How would I know where to find the notebook all this stuff is in?"
Good point. I must make sure to leave it in the same place all the time.
Honestly, these are plans even young couples should make.
Death is no respecter of age.