Yesterday afternoon we made a raid with my parents-greeting relatives in Bologna, with subsequent visit (compulsory) at the hospice where for several years now is that my great-grandmother, in 3 days, will accomplish 99.
Some might think "Wow that's cool! Best wishes for your grandmother, who knows it gets to 100" and actually made me smile even at the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a century-old grandmother, but every time I go in there, the only thing we can hope for is that one fine morning when the nurses go to circle the room, to find there on his bed, with a blissful expression on his face. Why I am firmly convinced, seeing my grandmother who, after all she's already a little dead. Incredibly enjoys excellent health, does not have any aches or discomfort of various, but the slow decay that inevitably puts you in those places, surrounded by death, without any purpose or reason, even weakly, of completeness and joy of 'dead because he had a sense this last infinite. Nothing more than a large parking lot, where people are still waiting for his moment, the long-awaited end.
Seeing that sad theater I have gained the firm conviction of not wanting to end like this, I want to die first. before decaying completely and remain only a skeleton of what I was, pathetic simulacrum desperate for an end. Unfortunately I think they are just to realize all this, all talking about the right to life, but it is inevitable, because those who best have understood by now they are dead and can not tell those who now are clamoring and how bad decay. Why not
I'm afraid of getting old, at least not too much, but they decay, because as he once told a friend of mine "represent the old man's weakness" may have some harsh words, but true. I have understood now, seeing all that decadence
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