05 January 2010

47. Death

Dear Death,

You had better not suck, you hear me? Because my grandfather, my Opa, is inviting you to take him tomorrow — in a little over thirteen hours, to be exact — and you had better be a helluva lot better than the pain and suffering that's led him to this decision. Fuck Dylan Thomas, you be goddamn gentle. Because that's about all I can wish for him at this point. So that's what I'm asking you right now. I'm sure this is not the last time I'll write; I have plenty more to say. But right now none of that matters. Only my Opa does. So you treat him kind. Dammit.


Published 5 January 2011, title abridged 1 December 2011.