The days of our years in them are threescore and ten years. But if in the strong they be fourscore years: and what is more of them is labour and sorrow,I have decided that it behoves me to start thinking, at least, of the time when I shuffle off this mortal coil, and .face my Redeemer at the Judgement Seat of Heaven.
Especially since I have two terminal conditions, chronic obstructive pulmonary disorder (COPD) and congestive heart failure (CHF), one of which, barring unforeseen accidents, is probably going to kill me, it seems an opportune time to put my affairs in order. To that end, I have been drawing my Last Will & Testament, my Spiritual Will, my Catholic Final Directive, and a statement of my final wishes that I want carried out after my demise.
I'm not being morbid in this. I am being realistic. My Faith teaches me to often meditate on the Four Last Things, Death, Judgement, Heaven, and Hell. When I meditate on death, I realise that while it will be a stressful and, at least I hope, a sorrowful time for my family, out of my love for them, I want to make it as easy on them as I can.
So, whilst I have no plans, Deo volente, to check out anytime soon, Scripture says in
Ecclesiastes, 9:12, Man knoweth not his own end: but as fishes are taken with the hook, and as birds are caught with the snare, so men are taken in the evil time, when it shall suddenly come upon them,I think that what I am doing is a good thing, and I encourage my readers, regardless of age, to consider doing the same thing.