I can't believe we grew this old without making any will or the usual proxies, etc., especially considering we are very much in the assisted suicide/DNR camp.
Today is the first step.
Why am I scared?
I think it must be facing my own mortality. And my husband's as well. That medical appointment is looming large.
Memento mori, all.
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