Twice in 14 months, we'd gotten those dreaded calls-that a loved one died suddenly and unexpectedly. The first, my brother-in-law of a drug overdose, alone in an empty building in downtown Philly and the second, my father-in-law, on vacation in Florida of a heart attack.
When I hear of people saying they'd prefer quick passings, I think of those two times-no goodbyes, no settling affairs, no making peace.
My good friend recently lost his mother to a lingering disease; each month he'd make the 6 hour trip and stay for a few days with her. He spent his first Christmas in 10 years with her; he helped out, he made peace, he said goodbye each time, thinking it'd be the last time. Her death wasn't easier to bear, but easier to accept.
When my uncle, my father's only brother and his best friend, died two days before Christmas many years ago, he told my cousin to not call my father because he didn't want to 'ruin his holiday'....over 20 years later we still speak of that stupid decision.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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