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RALPH HAS RE-SIGNED or is it RESIGNED HIS WILL

last willRalph has resigned his will.

Interesting how typos work. I sat down to write about taking Ralph to our lawyer to re-sign his will but evidently I have something else on my mind as well.

And really the two are not unrelated. Our lawyer re-drew my will months ago. because I realized while driving down the highway and witnessing a car crash that I needed to consider the possibility that something bad could happen to me. Death of course. But also, what if I suffer a debilitating injury in a car crash or have a stroke, or what if my irrational fear that Alzheimer’s is contagious comes true and I disintegrate faster than Ralph? We had a standard husband-and-wife arrangement that left Ralph in charge of our finances.

Obviously I should have dealt with this possibility sooner (a word to the wise) but luckily I’m still around so I had our attorney change things up, creating a trust for Ralph and giving financial power of attorney to one kid, medical power of attorney to the other—Ralph won’t have to handle anything. I signed my new will and caught some other minor changes that were needed, but it didn’t occur to me until recently, that those same changes were needed in Ralph’s will. So the lawyer re-drew his will too and off we went to sign it.

The thing is I kept waiting, with some dread, for Ralph to ask questions about the revision, but he had no particular interest in knowing the will’s content. His concern was that we had to drive into the city and “waste the day.” Really I think his concern was that he wouldn’t be allowed to smoke in my car, a valid concern since he was correct. But he acquiesced pretty easily.

 

Because in fact he has already resigned his will. And signed it over to me. For years now I have watched a man who used to say with regularity and only half kidding, “It’s my way or the highway” devolve, giving up decision-making in first small and then larger increments: From “I’ve decided” (most of our married life) to “What is your opinion?” (starting about a dozen years ago in our second honeymoon stage to make up for the fact that we fought all through our first honeymoon) to “Oh, you decide but be sure you….” “Oh, you handle it, but have you considered….” and “What did you decide and are you sure you made the right choice” (in the last years preceding and in the first years after his diagnosis) to “You decide…” and “You handle…”  His main conversation starter these days is actually “Explain to me again what you decided about…..” (multiple times in a row whenever a question gets onto his mental loop), but mostly he doesn’t start conversations about anything involving decisions, big or little. And he never suggests. As for reactions to my suggestions, that’s a bit more complicated. He goes along with pretty much whatever I tell him, no small responsibility. He retains a bit of stubbornness when it comes to leaving his comfort of the farm (“I don’t want to go out to dinner” “Do we have to go to the beach with the family” “Oh not the doctor again”) but for better or worse he’s even becoming more malleable about being ordered off the front porch. I am not sure if that’s a relief or a worry.