Remembering
Death.
Is it as glamorous or as painful as they describe it books and show it in the movies?
I wonder if dying means being forgotten; after the initial pain goes away, does everybody just forget you ever existed? I guess not exactly. I'll always remember you. But will everyone remember me after I'm gone? I guess not. There isn't much to remember. I can't think of anybody who would think of me as anything special.
Do you know when you're dying? Obviously, in some circumstances you'd know. But what about going to sleep and never wakinkg up? Would some part of you subconsiously know, somehow, that you were dying? Did you know?
I wonder if dying means being forgotten; after the initial pain goes away, does everybody just forget you ever existed? I guess not exactly. I'll always remember you. But will everyone remember me after I'm gone? I guess not. There isn't much to remember. I can't think of anybody who would think of me as anything special.
Do you know when you're dying? Obviously, in some circumstances you'd know. But what about going to sleep and never wakinkg up? Would some part of you subconsiously know, somehow, that you were dying? Did you know?
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