One Final Day

If I was given a death sentence, I would spend my last day of full physical and mental strength with my brother, if I didn’t already have a significant other by that time. (I am that bad) I would begin my day with a large, indulgent breakfast. If I am to die, why should I bother eating healthy? I would pig the fuck out, and then begin my day.

 I would like to climb a mountain on this last day. Not too big of a mountain though, as I would like to spend some time at home as well. Mt. Menadnock is a mountain that comes to mind, as it is semi close by, and would only take around 3 hours to get to the top. Since I was a child, I have always felt a strong connection with nature. My uncle began taking me on hikes when I was only 4, and I continue to hike whenever I can. Just being at the top of the mountain would put me at ease. The quiet stillness of the hike would give me great peace, and peaceful is how I would like to go out.

As something simple as a few beers and conversation with my brother would be enough for me. Some people may need more than something this simple to feel satisfied, but I think that this would do. A few beers may turn into many beers, though. I do not intend to die sober, mark my words. Although I would not want to die due extreme drunkenness, I’d like to be mildly intoxicated at the least. I would look at old pictures of myself and my family, remembering good times. I would have my chocolate cake and ice-cream, and possibly more beer.

 I do not need my last days to be extravagant, just comforting. Although I would be with my brother for the entirety of the day, I would die alone, as we all do. This is not as depressing as it once sounded to me. It is something that we must all deal with, and I would like to at least deal with it as best I possibly can.