Farewell
At the end of Summer
We may exit this world the same way we arrived.
Kicking and screaming. Covered in bodily fluids. Zero dignity. It can be an ugly, messy thing; there’s something like symmetry to the bookends of our lives.
Death doesn’t terrify me, but dying sure does. Seeing someone you love very much suffering on their way out. The best you can hope for them is a smooth and well-planned departure.
It feels like there should be something more you can do for them. You can’t do anything, of course.
There’s no grand moment like in the movies; instead you may notice a jarring matter-of-factness to how fate can unfold something so significant.
…
And then it rained.
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Thunder and lightning — a furious downpour after three long months of summer drought.
Just like in the movies.