4/22/2006

Three F's and Two 3's

Before you consider that I must be worth keeping alive, take a closer look at me. Lying here, inert.

Yes, I'm still breathing and I can hear you but this shell now houses function, not life. You'll hurt less, faster if you let me go now.

You know if I could, I'd sit up and say something idiotic - 'if they can muffle a car or a gun, why the fuck can't they do something about the noise from these Darth Vader breathing tubes!?' I can't and I won't.

Picking up that pen will help you write an ending to this story so you can start a new one when you're ready to start reading again.

Do it. Sign it for both of us my love. At least consider it.

9 comments:

angel said...

nicely done- very sad...

Tanya Espanya said...

stop blogging and start writing your book! (I know, I know...me too)

Debby said...

Tragic and touching - it brought those little goose bumps to my arms - well done.

Thanks for stopping by and checking mine out - it's most appreciated.

justacoolcat said...

A little chilling kevorkian politics or sad sweet ending?

Either way, I like it a lot.

Dale said...

Thanks for the great comments. Everyone else's I've read so far has been impressive to say the least.

porchwise said...

My wife has these instructions tatooed on her belly...
Seriously, it's the one thing that all spouses need to put in order before the "impossible" happens.

Dale said...

I'm with you all the way porchwise.

Beth said...

I was surprised by this--and liked it very much. Very poignant.

Dale said...

Thanks Beth, yours was just fantastic.