Saturday, March 31, 2018

We All Die Alone

I got married at 38, I figured it might be nice to have someone stroking my forehead when I died. I was a bit of a romantic. 
I’ve since experienced death and marriage at closer hand. 
As far as I understand with degenerative death you’re exhausted from struggling to breath and your faculties reduce with hearing being the last contact you have and with marriage the same thing but less listening.

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