Funny how sometimes you can feel death taking a step closer. Sometimes it is blatantly noticeable, like a new diagnosis, but more often it is more subtle. Like just realizing one day how old you have grown. Or just knowing how many times you had to beat the odds to still be breathing. I feel like death took a step closer recently. Maybe the realization of mortality because my leg stopped cooperating?? No. That's not death. I think I stated that as more of a fear of living! I start wondering the where, when, why, how. Ideally I wish it could happen in a hospital after a short stay. Not in the house I leave to my family. Not to be"discovered" dead by one of them!! The whole"I can't wake Grandma!" thing is just *shudder*.
I really need to update a Living Will...
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