When I stopped by Albie's apartment to talk to him, he mentioned that he was worried about me and Al. Again, relax! I remember when Albie was younger, we would go into the city every now and again without Al for lunch, etc. This kid would actually hold my hand and look after me as if I was the child and he was the adult. All three of my kids are fiercely protective over me, and I love them for it. However, there's a difference of being protective and living your life in fear of a "maybe."
I've told Albie more times than I can count that God forbid his father predeceases me, there's nothing he or anyone else can do for me. Al and I have always lived within our means, saved, and invested carefully. We have life insurance policies in place for each of us and a home that is nearly paid for. The bottom line is this -- I will be a very wealthy woman with a shattered heart. Money can't fix that. Having my children around me healthy and happy is what I will need then. Everything else has been carefully thought out and prepared for. Ugh, I hate this discussion, let's end it.