I’m 38, my parents are in their sixties, I’m approaching the time of my life where people begin to leave us here and pass on to somewhere else. Or not, depending on what you believe.
I got an email from my parents overnight, to say that my Uncle Alan, my father’s oldest brother had passed away, peacefully in his sleep at 78 years old. It is sad when anyone dies, but what a beautiful way to go, I’d very much like to go to sleep and simply not wake up. I’m not scare of death, I’m scared of the moment immediately before it, when you realise, ‘That’s it now.’
I’ve spent a long time on the phone back to my parents today. I’ve run through finances and my holiday allowance (I have no holidays left), and both Mum and Dad have told me not to go back to the UK. Also, Peanut doesn’t have a passport, if I went back I’d need to take him with me, which means we need to look at getting him a passport now, before we may have to suddenly whizz back.
Because it was a sudden death, there will have to be a post-mortem, but depending on what the Coroner finds, will depend if there needs to be an inquest. So no death certificate, so the family is now in limbo, as you can’t do anything with any paperwork until you get the certificate.
Mum and Dad have to stay at home tomorrow, because of a pre-arranged appointment. I suggested they start writing a list to try and get everything down on paper that they’re going to need to do to wind up Uncle Alan’s estate. Life is messy, fun, chaotic, and should be treated as a gift. Death is also chaotic and messy, it ultimately serves to remind you, life is precious. Enjoy today.