i’m coming to realize, is the embarrassment of it—not being in control (from this vantage point) of its exact occurrence—the when where and how of it. having lived my life, one step removed from an original jewish mother (don’t turn on the light; i’ll sit here in the dark), the wish to accommodate is deep. and i respect that—that has been my motivation (partly) in creating my “shed”; all my worldly goods in an 8 x 8 space, where i also do my art! such a deal! and, i’m okay with that accommodation.
but when it comes to “my last will and testament”—and, don’t run away! it has come to that for me, and, if you are fortunate, it will also, at some moment, for you. fortunate in that the world hasn’t devolved into such chaos as to make the creation of a will to be meaningless, irrelevant, or unbecoming to your economic status. or all three.
so, in relation to that (my will), exploration has deepened my understanding that ultimately, i am not in control of my demise and that it may be, more or less, the handling of my remains and what follows, an imposition on my family.
one of the ways i seek to diminish this imposition is to have an understanding of when i would wish to cease to be a burden to my family and my wishes for accomplishing my transition from this state of embodiment into the next.
there is a wonderful nyt article that i have saved somewhere on my computer of a woman who accomplished this with her family, before falling into the unknowingness of alzheimer’s (as is possibly my fate as well—the jury is still out), to have a means and support to end her life. i wish to have that understanding with my family as well.
i admire the nearings and scott nearing’s decision to end his life at 100 through stopping eating. whether i would choose that way earlier or in another way before that age due to declining mental acuity or any other reason, or even at that time, depending on similar or unknown to me circumstances at the time….i’ve done extended fasts at different moments in my life, so i have some familiarity with subsisting on juice and water…the soul and the body attachment becomes quite thin at times…i don’t think this is a bad way to leave….
but, yes, for sure, no heroic measures, and then, for later, quién sabe, or, as my grandma used to say, que sera, sera….