One year without Carlton was hard. Eight years without Carlton is doable. But, damn, I loved that man. Still do.
GRATITUDE
Grateful that Carlton left me feeling much loved and well cared for.
In honor of the ever-organized Carlton, I am going to tidy up my life’s loose ends. Before Carlton died, my stuff was tidy. And in The Red Folder. Because, if I went first – I didn’t want Carlton to be annoyed because he had to fit all the pieces together. Well, there’s no one left that I need to impress. But, it would be stupid to have my estate paying some law clerk $500/hour to figure out how to get into my computers to find out how many online subscriptions I have, etc. I have the important stuff done. It’s just the thousand little things. Like what’s the lock code for the phone? And how do you stop paying for Photoshop every month? And does anyone want to keep this blog alive? Well, if anyone does, someone’s going to have to pay the hosting fees. Just all the crap of digital life. (It goes without saying that Carlton’s stuff was shipshape. And 100% offline.)
One of my friends has a book: I Am Dead, Now What? She is filling it out. I am not a book-type person. So, I’ll be rolling my own.