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.