I bought my dog a bone today. I was sad to see I had to hold it for her to enjoy it. Her leg doesn’t work anymore. I don’t mind. After 20 minutes, I let her figure it out on her own. She knows her body. She resulted to laying and staring at me.
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Last week I went to see my grandmother who is very sick. I wasn’t aware of how sick is very sick. She wanted to move from the hospital to home, to die. I slept next to her the first night. She woke up, one AM, herself. At seven AM, she was a completely different person.
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I went to bed last night, being who I want to be. I woke up feeling how I’ve felt for months now. Living the reality that is slowly drying out, dying. I know why this is, and I still fall in to the same pattern. Less often than before though.
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My life is full of death, and I am not scared. Or am I? Is that what the waking up at three AM is about? What the intense race against time is about? The needing to walk my path NOW, is about? Or is it just how life goes? I ask these questions and I don’t really care to know the answer.