The Overdue Mortality Check I Desperately Needed

One friend’s near death experience was a clear dose of reality.

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If this happened to me, there are high odds no one would know. I would be gone. I’m not ready for that.

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I’m in my forties. I’m no longer 10 feet tall and bullet proof.

Everyone needs to have an envelope in a proverbial desk drawer.

Side note to self: Clean out the fridge. It would also be embarrassing for everyone to know how old that jar of maraschino cherries is.

There will also be instructions. Detailed ones.

My best friend will be the only person with my phone and computer passwords and her sole job is to get her ass to my house and clean that crap up before handing it over to anyone else. My Amazon shopping habits and history are no one’s business. You don’t know my life.

*My brain is a weird place. It’s a party in here. You can come along or you can stay home. Either way, the party is happening:

Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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