Providence, Fate or just Blind Luck
What I'm about to write about isn't one of those 'Woe is me' stories. I spent a great deal of my live with a set of flexible morality. I smoked, drank, popped pills, indulged the flesh as if it were an amusement park and am reaping the results.
This last week was centered around the question as to whether or not I wanted to be admitted to Hospice...Yeah, it's heading toward the final stretch and try as I might I can't pretend that I'll see my next birthday. I weight about 135lb, blind in the day light and have about fifteen percent of my lung function. I fall, had a few serious problems that should have been stitched but I had already been told by my specialist how I was going to die.
Not a pretty picture.
Can't walk far,can't eat a lot and it's only because of my sister, Beth, my special Christy, and others. Sometimes it hits me about no turning back and sometimes I get nervous, but I'm more curious than afraid. There is no 'God',no 'Jesus', no prophet Mohammad , there's just hope or 'Faith' which is another word for make believe.
Only one thing is set in stone...Not going to see my next birthday (Hell, I might not see the new year.
Not. Afraid.
This short note is to let you know I am writing a detailed goodbye for my sister to post when it's all over. There have been many who have saved me from my self, many I have still remember and my love for them continues to be strong as the body waste away.I don't know what comes next, nobody, and the churches and other places of 'Religion' will continue to pretend, terrified of whatever happens next.
But I am writing my goodbye and it'll be posted when it's posted. As Douglas Adams wrote in 'Hitchhikers Guide for the Universe': So long and thanks for the fish.
Times moving too fast and I only have a few short hours before it all goes black.
Love you all.
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