Having had the last laugh, he saw the humour in his ultimate death. In living, others, he would never find out, just got to laugh a lot longer.
Take me to a vast and open field and with my last elegy being read, release my ashes as you set me free, free in death, to run with the wind. No, tears you will not cry - at least not tears of death; but cry for me tears of birth. Like a new born … Continue reading My Eulogy
I took your hand and squeezed it so hard, I thought I'd die. In not letting go, I didn't realise that I klled you instead.
You get used to losing. It helps you appreciate winning a lot more
I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air. Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale. An inhale, becoming my last exhale.
When I am gone, people will read these letters I put together. Read all these letters that I put together to write words. Words put together to make sentences. The sentences put together to tell a story. Letters telling my story. I will cheat death in the end.
For the past two two years, he has steadfastly remained at my side.