I just read a beautiful reflection on the writer’s father’s death. It’s behind a paywall, but I’ll link the full thing below just in case. There were a number of very striking passages, but this jumped out at me given the last six months’ worth of developments in my life:
Many years ago, an old friend—an artist who deals with the alchemical—told me that after his father’s death he left the hospital, went home, sat down at his desk and, for the first time in his life, balanced his checkbook. I asked him how that went.Good, he said. I had more money than I thought.
I might have mentioned in passing that what inspired my retirement account, my dedication to debt payoff, and this blog (all born at the same time in March) was a bit of a mental health crisis. No need to be alarmed — no hospitals were involved — but it definitely qualified as a major event. I was, and am, having a lot of trouble dealing with life instability, and I’m haunted by depression.
It’s not the same position, but I recognized that instinct, that sense, in the midst of crisis and even trauma, that putting your finances in order is the thing to do. Money’s not the real problem, in either case, but the real problem is unsolvable; in the meantime, you can get your head around balancing the checkbook or making the budget.
The article is Dave Byrne, “My Father’s Files”.