by Anthony Miele

Created on: February 27, 2009

If I were to die by the next day, there would be several events and doings I would deem necessary before my departure. I'd make my plans accordingly, due to the fact that I would probably find out about my death one night prior. Knowing my specific time of death could then allow me to make arrangements for an entire day and night, which isn't much, but worth every minute.

After knowing exactly when it was I'd die, I'd call every single person I'd ever known and arrange a gathering with them for the following morning. This would include all of my family and friends that would be able to attend. I'd want it to be a cheerful gathering with many conversations on past memories and "good-times." This recollecting would help everyone, including myself; cope with the soon unanticipated moment of my death. What more would I ask for than all of my loved ones having a good time together before I'd have to leave?

My "pre-death" congregation would last until the early evening where I would thereafter have to say my final goodbyes to all of my friends and relatives. I'd wish them well as I'd take one last glimpse at all of their faces before they went on to continue the rest of their lives without me. Being through many deaths already myself, I would have to understand that life does go on.

There would be no cleaning up after the affair as I'd want as much time possible to be with my immediate family. I'd love to eat a simple yet splendid home cooked meal and although I'd cry while eating it, every moment would be enjoyed just the same. Sitting around that kitchen table with the people I had grown up with my entire life would hold a certain phoenix within me. I would now have to wipe away my tears and tell each of my family members the things I'd want to tell them but never could.

*My Mother, the one who bore me in to this world, now would have to witness me leave it. I'd now have to tell her how deeply sorry I'd be for her having to watch me die. After telling her I was sorry, I'd then go on talking some time about the good memories we'd shared and the moments we had encountered. As it would be a painful task, I'd somehow have to manage letting my beautiful mother know that I would always be there with her.

*My Father, the strong and courageous man that I'd always wish to be. I'd have to witness him crumble to the ground over the fact that I was going to die. No man who loves his son as much as my father has could ever draw back the tears from his son's death. Somehow or someway

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