Yesterday, Hania and I drove down to our lawyer’s office in Coral Gables and signed our wills. It was one of those rites of passage moments – like graduating from college or getting married – but without the celebratory aspect. At one point three secretaries walked in to witness the signing, and then signed the copies themselves, and when all the papers had been gathered there were no hearty congratulations. The sense of relief – surely not accomplishment – I felt that we had finally done the deed was accompanied by a sense of doom.
Driving home on I-95, I thought: Now if we die in a car crash people will say, “Well, they signed their wills just in time.”
