Brown Wooden Beach Cartage
Reshma with her mother and father
Myself, my father and my mother on my wedding day

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

I’ve been pondering on this blog for a while. To be honest, I was having writer’s block. Let’s face it, there’s only so much I can say about Wills and Powers of Attorney and Inheritance tax. It’s a bit of a dry subject and there’s a limit to what I can say on it that would keep you engaged.

Then I thought: hang on, I could make this one a bit different. For a change, I’ll talk about stuff like emotions, feelings, and the value of living your life to the fullest. Now I’m not a coach, a psychiatrist or a physician. Yet I can give you views on how my professional and personal circumstances have made me value my life and the lives of those I love. And why, because of those circumstances, I set out to enjoy every second of every day.

I write Wills and by default, I talk about death all the time. Every day. I even dream about writing wills. An occupational hazard I daresay. I’m not morbid by any means but it can be a sombre job talking about important issues for my clients and making sure they are doing the best for their loved ones when they die. So I talk about making plans for funerals, worst-case scenarios for families, appointing guardians, etc. and planning for my clients’ death.

I’m also an overthinker. And dealing with death everyday – as I do – it can affect you. I suppose the good thing is that it has affected me in a positive way. We’re all going to die. We don’t know when and where.  So if it’s going to happen tomorrow, I’m going to make sure I enjoy myself today!

This does not mean I am out partying every night or spending all my money on ridiculous things; shoes and lipstick are not ridiculous – they’re essentials. I do have, or at least I believe I do, a heightened sense of the beauty in the everyday. It’s also made me far more driven. My father died when he was fifty-eight years old. Young by today’s standards. That experience instilled in me a drive to get things done yesterday. I don’t want to waste any time. I want to help as many clients as I can, run a successful business and see my children grow up. I also want to do what my father didn’t get to do and that’s to see my children have children of their own. Plus, I want to have a bloody good time in the process! And why not?

So no waffling on about the importance of drafting a Will in this blog. Though of course they are most important and you should all have one! Instead a bit of me, and, as it’s the 18th anniversary year of my father’s death this month, a bit of him too:

Poem read at my father’s funeral:

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

John Donne

If you would like to have a chat about your Wills, I’d love to hear from you. I also have some great contacts in Grief Recovery, if this might be of help to you.  I couldn’t resist adding some photos of my father and I too!

Baby Reshma being held by her father
Me (aged 2) and my father in India

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