Death Reflections





Your heart shatters into a million pieces before you can even exhale. A beautiful stranger has just told you she has an especially aggressive disease and may be nearing her last options. She looks barely twenty. She adds, “I have four young children.”

 

Your best friend tells you her husband has a rare debilitating condition. Walking is now difficult. It’s genetic. Their adult children, some starting families, haven’t been told.

 

The house at the end of your street is oddly still. The family you’ve known for years vanished. Covid.

 

A new acquaintance shares she has a plan to avoid a sad, slow end, a potential disability like dementia. Death. Many around her react with protest and outrage. I want to be outraged too, but am not.

 

Run. We want to run. Escape. Suffering, fear, not knowing. Life cut short. Death. Is it a plan or random? Kind or cruel? All of the above or something else entirely.


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