by Bronagh Henry 17/11/8

I’ve never really thought about how I would die, but after the events of the last week it worried me and made me wonder. Spending a week with stroke patients really opens your eyes. You get to see how fortunate you are because the people in that hospital don’t have much fortune.

Not being able to walk would be awful, but not speakng or moving would be worse than death. In fact, if I were in the patients’ position of not being able to do anything, I would be wishng for death.

I don’t fear death, not at all, because I know it’s coming, it has to, so there is no point fighting it. The only question is when. That’s always the question. When! You never know when something is coming around the corner for you. Walking home and hit by a bus, running in the forest and mauled by a bear. But with diseases it can be easier. You’re given a time and you have to deal with that. Prepare for death. It’s not all bad. Sometimes death can be a release. Release from your pain and other people that suffer with you. So if you’re reading this, let me die when it happens. Don’t leave me like a vegetable.

Now that you’ve read this, burn it!