When I Die

[ljgeoff]

Last night, in the hotel room, Mike and I talked about the chance of him being injured or killed. "There's a big number of guys with TBI," he said. "I guess that scares me the most. If my brain is dead, I'd rather you let my body die, too."
"Yeah," I said, "I could do that."
"And I've always liked the idea of a wake. I mean, I'll be dead, and it won't matter to me, so do what you want, but I just think that a big party with everybody telling stories about me and laughing - I'd like that."
"Yeah, a wake, ok." By then I was crying, but not bad, and Mike had tears in his eyes, too. But it was okay.

Comments

[kightp.livejournal.com]

Tough stuff, but how good that you can talk about it now. It's part of what people who love each other need to do, bravely and lovingly, and too few of us do.

[ljgeoff.livejournal.com]

And I told him, "If my brain should die, but my body still function, you can do what you want. I won't be there anymore, and I don't care. If you need to keep my meat alive," I shrugged, "go ahead. Let my body die when you're ready. Really, I won't care."
"Ew," he screwed up his face, "If your brain is dead, what would I want your meat for?"
"I dunno, but if somebody needs to keep my meat alive, I won't care."
"Ok, but, ew."