This task is one I have put off for some time thinking I will get to it tomorrow, then another year goes by. We all live in denial about when the end might come. I'm not sure how many times I have sent off for literature on the topic of what I want done after I depart this world to save my children from dealing with it all. In many ways it is unbelievable that we have to buy a one way ticket to leave this world in peace. Two things for sure in this life are death and taxes. The other day a representative with the Neptune Society called me based on information I requested and talked me through the process, informing me of discounts and benefits for being a veteran, plus allowing monthly payments with no finance charge. It was painless. First of all, he asked me if I had access to my email account on my phone and I replied yes, but first let me find my phone, then I realized it was in my hand. He did not comment, but probably thought this guy could go at any minute. I could only laugh at myself. After it was all said and done I asked the question, "what happens if I die before the balance is paid\off?" He replied that my children would be charged the balance. Don't worry kids, I plan to pay it off soon. The peace of mind is worth it.
A collection of stories from the life of Michael Burke. He worked for the Forest Service in Alaska, California, and Oregon. He lives in Oakland, OR. His wonderful wife, Celia, passed in May of 2021
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FOUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY
It is four years today when Celia left this word, something I think about every day. It is not all sorrow as I think back on her humor, w...
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It is four years today when Celia left this word, something I think about every day. It is not all sorrow as I think back on her humor, w...
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In my early days with the Forest Service we were called upon to fight fires with little choice in the matter, especially on our days off or ...
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One of my most memorable Thanksgivings was when I lived in Eugene from 1991 to 2000. My two children were with me on Thanksgiving of 1992...
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