I'm writing a story about g-d, and Moses at a 7-11 having tea. Just a little tale about the end of the world. I began work on this while in hospital. This where the "end of the world" or at least individual worlds are common.
People don't seem to die at home anymore.
That's where I want to leave. That's where my mother wanted to die. However we didn't grant her that wish...for which we grieve now. We thought the medical community knew best, and trusted in them. However on that one point they were wrong so totally very wrong.
Learn from us...let your loved ones pass where they want. It's their final, and greatest wish.
Home.
I love my dear sister my nieces their children my broadcast friends my FB, and internet families. All of you here, and passed on. Sorry you're just stuck with it.
I loves you all.
I'll post that story soon.
Be back later
I love my dear sister my nieces their children my broadcast friends my FB, and internet families. All of you here, and passed on. Sorry you're just stuck with it.
I loves you all.
I'll post that story soon.
Be back later
2 comments:
My grandfather also wanted to die at home, and didn't get his wish. He collapsed at a Lawrence Welk concert - heart attack, I think - and was whisked away to the hospital, where he died. At least he was having a pretty good time until then, apparently.
Z
Home. Home is where most want to be for that final moment. As it is now it mostly happens in the pastel bleached out public, and heartless Hospitals. With a few family around if you're lucky.
I want to be Home for my time.
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