paul and i visited a lawyer the other day to make our will made. we are now officially responsible parents.
we wanted to make sure elijah is protected just in case something happens to us, like death.
the meeting was very casual. our lawyer kept notes as we discussed our agenda. he gave us some scenarios:
A: we both perish.
B: one of us perishes
C: we both kind of perish, but barely alive, like brain dead.
D: one of us kind of perish, but barely alive, like brain dead
E: we, including elijah, perish
as we talked about it, i felt so sad that we all are going to die somehow, someday. i think about death a lot, but planning realistically what should happen afterwards was another thing to me. as i overheard paul and the lawyer discussed issues far away at the other end of a small round table, i was thinking about how to avoid the situation where i’m the last one to survive — ‘maybe we might fall from an airplane after having engine trouble. paul and elijah could aim to fall on me, then they can survive. that might take a lot of martial arts practice, but it worth a try…’
then the lawyer’s loud voice brought me back to the discussion —
–“so, yuka! what would you like to do with your artwork?”
–“you mean after i die?”
–“paul and elijah die too?”
–“oh… ahm… burn them?”
(big laugh from both of them)
the lawyer was expecting me to say something like “keep them in our family” or “sell them all” or something like that. the lawyer said, ‘”now i want to take a look at your drawings!”
i was glad that they both laughed at me. i felt much better after that. once again, laughter is my favorite medicine.