A Good Death

A death bed vigil is like sitting on a live grenade for the rest of us.., just waiting for it to go off. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, so you want the anticipation to end, but you’re terrified that the anticipation will end. I remember last time the Reaper came to visit. You can feel his presence, it is thick and heavy. He never asks for an invitation, but he never leaves without taking a piece of your heart with him. I hate his company and his role. I’ll do what I did last time and just look through the wine glass till he leaves. The view is always better through the wine glass.