When you get to a certain age, your hair turns grey, you walk with a stick and you need twice the time to get out of bed in the morning, if you actually make it in one piece, you realise that it is time to stop thinking about what you will inherit. It is the time to think about what will the others inherit. It is your turn now to leave something behind.
At one time all the surviving relatives would dive into the safe, sieve through the cupboards and look under the mattress to see what might be available. This has changed. Today there is a computer, two in my case, as well as two iPads and they will be filled with 4,700 blogs on my blogging platform plus another 1,500 blogs written on behalf of my cats, who also blog on the same platform. The problem is that when you blog daily it amounts. There will also be 33,000 photos online avaiable to inherit. I even have a list of all my passwords which is on a memory stick.
This, of course, does not include my connections on Facebook or Twitter which are many.
There are not even books to inherit, they are all on my Kindle. Money: all plastic. Reflecting on it all, I seem to have lead a cyber life. Was I actually here? When my time comes (which is what my dad alwas said) I will leave a list of passwords and web site adresses.
In the meanwhile I will continue to blog.