The Payout
The Check
I’m holding the check in my hands. The paper feels like a foreign object against my fingers. I’ve imagined this moment for some time now with a myriad of different emotions: sadness, relief, confusion and emptiness. What do all these ingredients add up to? What is the sum of those feelings? I struggle to answer my own question. “My mother’s dead, this is what the life insurance paid out” I say this out loud just ground myself in this new reality. I got the policy when she was in her fifties after my grandmother had passed away and we struggled to pay for the funeral expenses. Most people don’t think about this but it’s expensive to die.
