I've actually given a lot of though to how I would die. For years, I have played a thousand scenarios over and over again in my head. What if I got hit by a bus right now? How would my family react? Do you think so and so would cry at my funeral? Would my brother even bother to show up?
I've even gone so far as to make a list, well two lists really, one with all of the ways I thought it would be ok to die and one with the ways I absolutely did NOT want to go. But in all of that thinking, in all of that planning, never once did dying THIS way ever cross my mind. And why would it? If I hadn't lived through all this crazy mess I never would have believed any of it was possible.
I guess you never really know do you? Just a few months ago my life was headed in a completely different direction and now this.
Dying wasn't like I thought it would be. I guess I got a lot of things wrong. I thought I would be scared. I thought I would have regrets, but I was finding it to be strangely peaceful. The only regret I had was that I couldn't tell those I was leaving behind how much I loved them one last time.
Well...at least I went out fighting, that's all we can ever ask for...right?
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The Last Of The Blessed
RandomIt all started a few months ago when I stumbled across a monster. My life just hasn't been the same since. Now i have a completely annoying and entirely too handsome crazy man telling me that I am "blessed", whatever the hell that means, and that I...
