When we were at Nana and Pops’ house I somehow got in the middle of a conversation about having a Will. I got to read my parents which showed me the complexities of the whole thing but also showed me that I have to be a grown up and actually get one done! Topics like this I really don’t like. Nobody likes to think of the worst happening. I am really quite a positive person and reading my parents Will made me really sad. I don’t want anything if it means losing them. I couldn’t even bring myself to make any jokes about bumping them off to get the house!
When my Nan died I hated getting my inheritance money – absolutely hated it. I nearly didn’t cash the cheque. I didn’t get a massive amount but I got enough to buy us a new sofa, a new PC and a decent camera – all things we couldn’t afford on a day to day basis. When it was in my bank I wanted it gone but as I handed my card over to pay for my PC I nearly burst into tears. It just felt unbelievably wrong to be benefitting from such a huge loss.
It opened a whole can of Life Insurance worms. We haven’t considered it before because the Hubby isn’t covered due of his job but then what about me? Just because he is the one with the dangerous job it doesn’t mean a thing. It’s a morbid topic but I really need a kick up the bum to grow up and ensure that our boys have the best life should anything ever happen to us.