Ever since I was in a serious car accident in high school, I do my best to keep this thought in mind. Anything can happen at any time, so despite momentary feelings, always leave with loving words whether leaving for five minutes or five days.
Death poems were traditionally written by ageing samurai, monks, clerks and other literate / upper class people. It seems to be a way to die with dignity, although I’m also 100% on board with the “rage, rage against the dying of the light” response. 142 more words
Longtime Northern California journalist Cliff Larimer, now a resident of Texas, sent the following essay to friends recently and then followed up with another e-mail assuring fans, “I’m not dead yet!” — the message also included a mock tombstone, see below. 2,112 more words