This evening I attended our ward’s investment club and learned a lot about wills and trusts. I learned that if we don’t make a will and die before our children are 18, they will automatically be placed in foster care–even if we have close relatives who will take them. Thankfully, in Utah hand-written wills still work, so Abe and I are going to go to a notary tomorrow with some hand-written wills to tide us over until we get around to making a trust.


