This morning, in the few minutes we had together before he
left for work, Jim said, “You know, if, God forbid, something happens to you, I
wouldn’t have a clue who to notify. You have all the stuff on me, but you don’t
have a personal emergency contact sheet. Would you put one together for me?”
No, I DO NOT anticipate he’s going to need it anytime soon,
but it does raise the issue of women who take care of everyone else except
themselves. While I flew all over the country with a job in a previous life
(haha) there was always a list on my computer desktop that he could pull up,
just in case.
The crash of the old system last year not only left me
without precious pictures and music saved over the course of several years, but
also without the files I had so painstakingly put together containing my wants
and wishes for my home-going celebration, a digital copy of my will, and a list
of phone numbers for people I thought might want to know of my passing.
And so today I have created a file with an updated list, containing
not only phone numbers but also email addresses of the people dearest to my
heart. And, additionally, and probably just as importantly, the passwords for
my phone, my computer, my email, my facebook account, my blog, and the bank. I
did NOT store it on the computer. One crash was enough to teach me the value of
hardcopy.
And then I printed it. Signed and dated it. And put it in
the lockbox. Right next to my will.
Female friends, just saying.
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