So, with my recent medical prognosis, I need to do some “things” for the inevitable.

I need to get a will together. That is on my to-do list for May. A friend is going to assist me with it, she has also agreed to be a co-executor of my estate, not that there’s a ton in the estate really.

I have given a list of people who need to be notified if I should pass to the other co-executor, and he will have the possibly unpleasant task of letting friends know.

The dogs are taken care of. That is my only real worry. They will be looked after until their natural deaths.

I don’t want a funeral or anything. Cremate me and scatter me somewhere. I don’t care where, really, perhaps a baseball diamond, or somewhere in Crowsnest Pass. Scatter Zeus, Blondie and Hera with me as well, they are in the house on the shelf unit in the corner.

I am going to set-up a trust fund for St. Catharines Minor Baseball for 5 players per year who will write a short essay on what baseball means to them and what SCMBA has done for them over their playing careers. It will be 5 full rides to any college or university on the planet, tuition, books, room and board. Call it the Kevin D’Arcy Memorial Scolarship or something along those lines.

I will leave money for my dogs, so that they can be looked after. Twix is 13, so who knows how long she will be around, but, with how stubborn she is, probably a long time still. Apollo isn’t quite one yet, or around that anyway, so he has 10+ years left – at least. They will be well looked after, I am promised.

So, that’s where I am. Making sure the i’s are dotted and the t’s are crossed. It’s sort of morbid, but, whatever. It is what it is.