Organize financial clutter to avoid a sudden departure void as to where to find what in Sudden Departure Syndrome.
This little book packs a wallop of tips on how to organize your financial and other information thus creating a roadmap for your personal security and that of your loved ones. Read more here
Reviews: Dash for your life, February 1, 2012 By Martin G. Beyer (St-Urbain-de-Charlevoix (Quebec), Canada) This review is from: Sudden Departure Syndrome -: Tips for Organizing Your Life (Paperback) Mark Twain's famous words, when some newspaper had published his obituary, while he still was very much alive: The rumours of my death are somewhat exaggerated (or something in that sense), could serve as an introduction to this handy publication, which is an effective listing for you, how to plan both for your life, and for your afterlife, depending on what you will come back
as in your next incarnation. It is a stimulating guide for all the action you would have to take, the sooner the better, not necessarily just for your deplorable passing away, but for greater transitions in your living life. In this book with its beautiful cover of a watchful heron, Muriel Glasgow uses the word "Dash" for the time we are allotted to live on this earth, taken from "The Dash Poem" by Linda Ellis. One suggestion I would make for completing this slim but magnum opus, is to include as a detachable page, a checklist with all the points on one page, and boxes to check of the many separate actions to take, akin to the checklists of air pilots: Flaps in! Flaps out! Bank contacts in! Checkin, checkout! This reviewer had a similar experience with his recent new marriage with a similarly most helpful checklist. Ms. Glasgow at that has spiced her work with cheerful quotes from sources known and unknown (who is Tope Popoola?). Buy it. Use it. Wisely. PS: Speaking of Mark Twain in this context reminds me of returning to the iron ore mine in Nimba Mountains in Liberia after twelve years of absence: When asking two young mining engineers in a street corner for the way to the mining company's office in the mine town of Yekepa, both stared at me aghast, and exclaimed with one voice: Are you Martin Beyer ? We thought you were dead! - At that time I had not taken this wise precaution of checking and planning for my dash, excuse, for my life (in Liberia a "dash" is a gift to the town chief, paramount chief or other dignitary). Now I have, like the Mikado in Gilbert & Sullivan's opera, my little list, I have my little list...