There are times when I’ll be lying down, and I can feel myself slowly dying. My death is imminent. It almost seems as if The Grim Reaper visits me, but for some reason can’t bring itself to take me. So it sets it sickle to the side and sits itself on the edge of the couch to rub my back and simply be present. Perhaps it doesn’t want to take me and hopes we’ll find a cure while it procrastinates. And Perhaps we will! But odds are we won’t. So I’ll endure this life while I have it, making the most of my moments with my husband, our grandparents, and our pets. Then I’ll take The Grim Reaper’s boney hand to reunite with our pets who precede me.
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