| Death: No thank you. Dying: Gives me a panic | | | | best friend died of kidney cancer.Was God trying |
| attack. Burial: Not today, please. Of all the | | | | to tell me something?So, here I am, living in |
| subjects I could write about, this one is my least | | | | Guanajuato, Mexico, with my wife and I have no |
| favorite. It, in fact, could easily send me into the | | | | "arrangements" in the event of my demise. |
| mother of all anxiety fits. Nevertheless, it is | | | | Maybe God was trying to tell me to wake up and |
| necessary to visit the subject since I now live in | | | | smell the tacos.Therefore, I decided to investigate |
| another country.Death is a topic that I managed | | | | this. After all, what if something happened to me |
| to avoid most of my life until January 2003, when | | | | and left my wife as a survivor? What would or |
| my mother passed away. No more than seven | | | | could she do? I did not want to leave her holding |
| months later, my youngest brother died of | | | | the bag (or coffin), so to speak. How horrible |
| undetermined causes. Easter Sunday 2004, my | | | | would that be? |