Threnody

I often wonder what it would be like to be the last of all my loved ones to pass away. To be alone, sitting on a chair, a ripe old age, looking out into the field and the trees marking the edge of the forest, hearing a train passing somewhere in the distance, and thinking of my youth, my friends, my wife, my mother and father, all gone from this world, with me left alone to witness their deaths and to continue on without them. It brings me to tears every time I think about it.

But then I think it would be a good death to have - to be the one that makes sure that all of the people who have touched my life have safely gone over to the other side.