During last Sunday’s tidy up (code for MAJOR clean-out) of my mom’s apt., my sister happened across a large plastic folder box. It was marked “What To Do in Case Something Happens to Me.”
Years ago, in one of many attempts to get Mom organized, Wendy had bought her that box. It’s a great concept. All of the critical information required in an emergency is in one spot: doctors, medical info, medical directives, important phone numbers, etc.
Now, remember, we were surrounded by mountains of junk that my mother has saved…empty paper bags, ball point pens, stamps, index cards, newspaper clippings, old pictures (on and on…sigh…you get the idea).
But the “What To Do In Case Something Happens to Me” box was empty.