iamom | musings about death

I'm reading a book by Dave Eggers called A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius, and it begins around the time that his mother is dying from cancer. As I read about his family standing around his mother's deathbed, I started thinking about who might be standing around my deathbed when the time comes. If I enjoy the nostalgic feelings now, imagine what I'll be like then. I'll ask B if she remembers this, that, and the other thing, and we'll all recount our favourite stories about such-and-such and so-and-so. I'll die smiling, with love in my eyes for all those who are there. People will be crying, but there will be lots of laughter between the tears, too.

I'll take a stab in the dark and say that this day will occur sometime in the middle of this century - around 2050 - and it shall also take place in the spring. Most fitting time to be reborn, I figure. I don't want to die in a hospital if I can help it, either. I'd rather die at home with family and friends present, instead.

Of course, I could also die in a car crash next week, but I don't really think that's gonna happen. I don't see that on my immediate horizon at all.