To my loved ones,
I have known a mother’s milk that fills a boy’s bowl. I’ve known the fatherly ilk that nurtures the soul. I’ve broken bread with defeat, regretted my hospitality, and on its way, I’ve hurried it. I’ve snapped at the heals of victory, embraced my prey and have taken it home to bury it. I’ve known the piercing blade of a woman’s scorn and the soothing glaze of the women to whose allegiance I have sworn. But most of all, I’ve know that elusive love that no one of thing could put asunder…and for true love, she dangled it before me to sustain the chase and the hunger.
And so it is my wish…that when my mind has trickled away or even over flown its banks. When I’ve turned inward on myself or outwards with face and hands against the glass walls of a tank. When I’m entombed in a hospital bed or breathing a mechanical breath and intravenously fed. When the pain of my continued existence is greater than the pain of my death and when dignity is the only faculty that I have left. Please…
…Pull the plug