Death

by Carrie

I’ve been thinking so much about death lately.

Earthquake death, road accident death, heart attack death, slipping on the wet bathroom floor and banging my head on the edge of toilet seat death.

This could be CSI’s effect on my subconscious. Watching episode after episode of death can probably do that.

This morning, death was again on my mind.

I texted Mr. Big and asked if he would be sad when I die.

He said he would “surely cry a river”. But not to be sad because “sweetie, you wouldn’t die yet”.

I said “we don’t know that, my love, and when I die, all that will be left are memories.”

His reply: “Memories that will forever be treasured in our hearts”.

I died.