Mind Games

Originally posted June 30, 2010.

Mr. Winchell walked into the room where Gwen sat nervously fidgeting from the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“So Mrs. Fritch,” he began, “you are very wise to plan ahead.”

The perfectly dressed Mr. Winchell kindly offered her some coffee or water to drink as he spread papers out on the table.

The smarmy funeral director lead Gwen through a series of questions from what kind of casket she wants to the kind of flowers and songs then gathered her vital statistic information to use for the death certificate, obituary, and eulogy.

“One final thing,” he said. “Where would you like to die and how?”

 

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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