Recent bizarre family events have led my mom a 35-year witness (she's in her mid 60s) and my dad, the unbelieving mate (he's in his early 70s) to consider putting their "affairs in order". Neither are ill in any way, but my mom's mother is not doing too well, leaving her care to be managed by my mother.
When Grandma's husband died awhile back, the affairs were not prepared adequately, leaving a lot of headaches for those of us required to handle things. The end result is that my mom, who never believed I would be finishing 3rd grade in this system of things, (I am 35, I have a college degree, am currently successful in my career and pursuing a law degree), told me on the phone this morning that she has just purchased a life insurance policy. What is even more interesting is that she has informed me of her wishes-to be cremated-and she has arranged for that already.
The most amazing part is that after my father, I am listed as the second beneficiary on the policy. I am her only apostate offspring. I have one sibling I assume to be in "adequate standing" in the borg and another sibling who wisely blew the whole thing off at the age of about 13-pretended for 5 more years and got the hell out of the house as soon as possible. When Mom explained why she was doing it this way, she said that I was the only one who she thought could handle paying the final expenses without falling apart and could be trusted to fairly divide the remaining proceeds of the policy amongst her three offspring. I guess this also means that the borg is not the second beneficiary after my Dad.
When all is said and done, I am the only one of her children that has not majorly f***ed up in the "life skills" department of being a decent human being. It surprises me that she possibly considered that and thinks of me as her most responsible, reliable and perhaps ethical child-the only apostate.
But life insurance, I guess that means she has finally given up on seeing the new system in her life time. She really believed in 1975-I was just old enough to remember. She also really believed in the 1914 generation thing, which finally sent me running when I turned 19. I sure wish we could get those 35 years back. I am almost ready to ask her about the generation thing, because when I left in 1987, it was still full on taught that the 1914 generation would not pass away. As far as she knows, this is what I still think they teach.
Happy Saturday to you all-Shoshana