My husband and I lay in bed this morning talking about death. We used to joke that it was a race to the finish to see who won the "non compos mentis"sweepstakes, leaving the other to deal with the mess. I would sooner die than be left. Yes, I am a coward.
So many of our friends are in grips of cancer, dementia or other horrors. So, are we the lucky ones, the ones that got away. No. We are a small island in a sea of despair. The waves are lapping at our shore. Deep in our cells, nuggets of cancer (him) or dementia (me) are biding their time.
How does one die "peacefully" without the prelude of months of pain.
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