It started simply.  Last night I was watching a Netflix series on World War II.  I have two candles that sit by the windows of my living room.  They had melted down to little nubs of wax.

“I’ll light them and let them burn out while I’m watching TV.”  Just another task to be completed.

As death filled the screen, I’d occasionally glance at the flames in my room.  They were diminishing.  I was entranced with the undiminished beauty.  And I went to the future end of my life.

I was drawn to the story of war … and to the soon-to-be ending of light.  Then my eyes turned to the window.  I turned off the TV and beheld the right candle, more advanced in its fading than the left.

Closer now …

I smiled as the glow became a glimmer.  And I wondered what my last moments on Earth will be like.  I hope they won’t be wracked with pain.  I hope I will be giving thanks for all the magnificent human beings who have come my way.

There was a final spurt of brightness … then only one tiny dot of light … then black.

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It’s a good life

And it will continue to be

Until the end