Life and Times of a Dead Immortal
My great-grandfather is dying. Slowly, painfully, he is wasting away in a hospital in Terre Haute. I write this not for pity, but as a statement of fact. My mom went down to see him today. She'll be there until late tonight. He was scheduled to be released but probably will just end up staying in the hospital, because he's still too weak to go anywhere. I could have gone down to see him too, but I chose not to. There's a small chance he'll die before I ever even see him again.
I'd almost prefer that.
My last memory of him is with him being a vibrant and fun-loving old person. At 92, he had the energy of someone in their 50s. This was just a few months ago.
I prefer that to him wasting away in some hospital bed.
If I ever live to be that old, if anyone who comes across this is still in contact with me, please kill me or just let me die. No procedures to force me to hold on to tiny scraps of life. It's not worth it.
He's had a long, good life, surrounded by people he loved.
Times like this make me wonder how long I'll last in this world. Will I go out with a bang, or sputter out of existence? Will I be with people I love, forever branding my pain into their minds, or will I go alone, my lonliness magnified by the bleak outlook of the pain and death? Or, will my passing be a time of joy? Will those I love be relieved that my pain has vanished and that I have moved from this existence? Will I "find God" or choose my own path?
I have no answers. I don't expect answers. I can only hope for the best for everyone.
I'd almost prefer that.
My last memory of him is with him being a vibrant and fun-loving old person. At 92, he had the energy of someone in their 50s. This was just a few months ago.
I prefer that to him wasting away in some hospital bed.
If I ever live to be that old, if anyone who comes across this is still in contact with me, please kill me or just let me die. No procedures to force me to hold on to tiny scraps of life. It's not worth it.
He's had a long, good life, surrounded by people he loved.
Times like this make me wonder how long I'll last in this world. Will I go out with a bang, or sputter out of existence? Will I be with people I love, forever branding my pain into their minds, or will I go alone, my lonliness magnified by the bleak outlook of the pain and death? Or, will my passing be a time of joy? Will those I love be relieved that my pain has vanished and that I have moved from this existence? Will I "find God" or choose my own path?
I have no answers. I don't expect answers. I can only hope for the best for everyone.