Life After Death

Hubbin and I had the discussion this morning about what each of us would do if the other passed away. There was the usual: funeral vs. cremation, life insurance, trust funds, what to do with left behind belongings, etc.

Well, he’s heard me say (many times), “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Well, this morning that phrase backfired on me, because he’s concerned that I’d fall apart so badly that I’d die shortly after he did.

See, I say that to him a lot, to let him know how valuable he is to my life, but truth be told, I’d get along if he was gone. Sure, I’d miss him like crazy and in my darkest nights, I’d probably cry myself to sleep, but in the light of day? I’d handle my business – after arrangements, I’d pay my bills, make my own coffee and meals, change lightbulbs, take out the trash, clean out the gutters, and put up and take down the Christmas tree by myself. I’d end up moving on with life, alone.

I would probably even learn to kill any bugs.

So, though he’s concerned that, as I’ve said before, “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” life would go on, and I would handle it.