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[kellwise]

I'm helping the boyfriend with a homework assignment. So here's a question for you ladies:

Reflect about your own intimacy with death.
Describe briefly how your think and feel about it.
If you knew that you were to die next month, what one "make a wish" would you make?

Pretty heavy, right? So, I guess just answer if you want. Thanks. :)

Comments

[jessxtink]

Hmmm, well, I DID think I was going to get cervical cancer and die a couple months ago, so I can tell you first hand, I was terrified at first. TERRIFIED. Not of leaving this planet for my own selfish reasons by really cause I worried about my siblings, nephew, everybody and what it would do to my parents

[starryeyedash]

I might have to come back and answer this tomorrow. Far too tired, achy and gross feeling to reflect on death.

Funny story though... Mike was sick before and asked if I would miss him when he died of consumption. I asked him the same thing. He will miss me for 10 days--nothing more, nothing less (just like the week and a half I gave him when he asked). He will miss my cuteness and sweetness for three days, and then pine for the bosoms for the remaining seven.

Tonight, he also feels like a total bag of shit. He asked me to take care of him, Old Yeller style. I finally agreed after relaying that he was too useful for me to kill. I agreed only if we could at least have a quicky before we put him out of his misery. He said we could, or I could just wait for rigor mortis to set in.

Crazy... why yes, yes we are.

[starryeyedash]

Ahh f-it. I am here, I might as well babble on about death. lol

I've dealt with death a lot. Not more than anyone else I know, but the usual... old relatives dying. None of that prepared me for my own father's death. So that was a tough thing for me to go through. I've come to the conclusion that death happens, and there isn't much I can do about it. So I try to live life to the fullest, enjoy every moment, try to not "sweat the small stuff". It could happen tomorrow, it could happen in 50 years.. you never know. If I knew I was going to die in a month, the only thing I could really wish for is for my family and friends not to take it hard, understand that these things happen, and to live their lives, and be happy. Not much else I could really do or want.

[cantslowdownxo]

Death has really been the only constant besides change in my life, in the same regard, every time there has been death, following closely behind has been a great deal of change. I was only 11 when my grandma mary died (she was my fathers step mother), a week later my uncle andy (my fathers step brother) killed himself, 14 days after that their dog sparkle who was 16 years old died, and only a few months later my grandpa who I loved dearly died, he was perfectly healthy and I’ve always thought he died from a broken heart. At 11 years old, that was a lot to digest. I was 13 when my pappy died. *my moms father* and he meant the world to me, it was traumatizing, and I thought I’d never live again, but I did. I was 15 when my 10 year old cousin Andy died from choking on a pen cap, I was 18 when my grandmother (dads mom) died, and I was in the room with her when she took her last breath, it was life changing absolutely. When I was 19 my cousin Debbie died from a brain tumor, leaving behind a husband and 2 year old daughter, she was

[starryeyedash]

Sometimes I feel like Andrew Largeman from Garden State.