>>10235670>>10235688Woof.
(Though I steeled myself for death, I do not find it. Instead, it pats my head and smiles fondly, telling me that it is not yet my time. I feel a sliver of embarrassment...though it is overcome with relief. Perhaps this is just the nature of us all. Can anyone say they are ever ready to meet their end? No matter how much we seek a "good death", will one ever come? I believe I have found my answer: "no."
Mother, I was brave. Was. Now I realize how desperately I want to stay in this world. Please, cradle me in your arms. Let me know that I am alright. Perhaps someday, I shall trick myself into believing I am ready again. But for today? I am but a babe yet again; helpless. Pick yourself up. Even though I stand on four legs and you on two, it matters not. Stand tall, and look onward. Tomorrow, we can watch the sun rise over green fields once more.
We have each other. We have Julia. Let us embrace our weakness, our mortality, and our faults together.)
