I always imagined the end of my life as a beautiful thing. I thought perhaps I would quietly pass on a warm spring day laying under a tree. Or maybe I would pass peacefully in my sleep... Or maybe die while surrounded by family and friends with my heart full of peace knowing I lived as good as I could. Today I have come to the realization that a much more realistic thought would be that I will die with my hair on fire, screaming like an 8 year old girl while clutching onto anything I can as my bones are crushed and my brain is knocked around inside my skull, while the sounds of screeching metal and burnt rubber fly through the air! My flesh will burn and my limbs will be torn from my torso and I will likely vomit from all the pain until everything finally fades to black. You guessed it folks, there is a good chance I will die a passenger in a car driven by Holly Holly Spaeth!
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 23:21:55 +0000
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