After I’ve Gone

I recently had an unexpected health crisis that happened suddenly. I had a brain trauma that resulted in my being unconscious for a few days and, when I did regain consciousness, I had amnesia. The amnesia gradually dissipated although there are some blocks of time that will be gone forever. It is expected I will make a full recovery, but the fright my family went through has all of us rethinking our preparedness for such an event.

My husband realized that he didn’t have a clue how to pay a single household bill. He felt completely helpless at the prospect of me snoozing through due dates blissfully unaware that the light company was threatening us with disconnection notices simply because he didn’t know my login codes.

Tragedy and change can come in a heartbeat. These types of life events bring their own sort of chaos and pain and suffering. If my loved ones are enduring the heartache of losing me, I certainly don’t want their grief added to by having no heat when it’s ten below outside. As soon as I was well enough, I was prepared to go through a complete life review with my husband and kids so everyone would know what to do.

Every morning when I enjoy my coffee time all alone in the quiet of the house while everyone else sleeps, I surf the Net and manage my social media and email accounts. My husband needs to have access to these accounts. Especially my email. I pay almost all of our household bills through the links I receive in my email notices from the different service providers we use for everything under the sun in our home.

Every online account from Amazon to the local library, he needs my login codes. I have to furnish him with my PIN number for voicemail access on my smartphone.  He needs to know where I hide the key to our little fire safe. That’s where I stash our emergency cash.

As a writer, I have gained a bit of a following. It would also be nice if he had access to the accounts that manage my online presence. Rather than leave these poor folks hanging wondering what became of me, my husband could at least post a nice little note of my condition.

Often, we think far enough ahead to do the pre-funeral planning or buy a life insurance policy to help care for our loved ones when the time comes that we leave this world behind. However, there are all sorts of little things that only we can do that we don’t think about. Who wants to have their Facebook page still activated a decade after they are dead and gone? Not me.  So, considering how horrible a time everyone will have without me to tell them what to do, or, better yet, just do it for them, this mum needs to rethink just how well I’ve planned out their lives for after I’ve gone!