What do you think about when you think about death?

Dear K,

Another one of my family members died this week. It was my Grandmother's brother. He died of an aneurysm. Apparently it runs in my family.

I've always thought, or known somehow, that I am going to die young. Somehow, with the death of this man that I barely knew, this has become more sure.

I think about my friends and what they will say.

But mostly I think about my last words. So here are they are in case I die before the morning comes.

Thank you. I'd like to say thank you to everyone here, and everyone who couldn't make it. Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, thank you.

I feel my heart beat too fast sometimes. I feel the wind on my arms, and up the back of my neck. I feel something calling me, a great pulse, and I am leaving you now. I'm taking everything with me though. The great tragedies and romances I left unwritten on the page. The jokes I never told and the hugs I never gave.

I want to be cremated. Please throw some whiskey in with the fire and let me drift up in the air.

I always believed in Jesus, somewhere deep down, I believed in redemption.

Redeem me.

Goodnight,

K