Second Deaths
by Lynn S. M.
WHAM Warning: The narrator is contemplating the ramifications of death.
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I don’t mind dying myself; I’m old and achy and have outlived all my family and friends.
I remember Mildred’s infectious laughter, Irv’s generosity, Molly’s magnificent piano playing. I remember Mom’s voice as she read to me, Dad’s holding my first bike steady. I remember John’s courtship and love through the years. I remember watching our daughter grow up into a lovely young woman whose life was cut short by a drunk driver.
All these people and more now live on only in my memories. I don’t mind dying myself, but I don’t want all of them to die again.
