My wife Rachel, whom you know as Crane-Station, just returned from Seattle where she was visiting her dying father. Her mother is in declining heath and unlikely to survive him by more than a year. I’ve been through this end-of-life experience with my parents. They passed in 1999 (father) and 2000 (mother).
She is close to her parents. I was not close to mine. She has siblings to share the experience. I was an only child. Despite different relationships with our parents, both of us have experienced emotional storms that are difficult to describe.
My father succumbed to Alzheimers. I watched him die by inches and that experience damn near killed me. I do not want to die that way. I’m willing to take my life, if I find myself drifting down the river of forgetfulness.
I have been thinking a lot lately about dying and what to do about it. Rachel’s father is in his nineties. He saw it coming. Imprisoned in a dying body, he made sure his affairs were in order and prepared himself to die.
But he didn’t die . . .
He is more aware than my father was.
I do not plan to let death choose when I pass.
What about you?