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Emmy
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts USA
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Mr. Brodanx told me he was ready to die in that matter-of-fact way of his as I was driving my car and talking to him on my cell phone one Saturday afternoon in July. He decided that he was tired of the interventions his doctor prescribed. He didn't want to fight anymore. He said it was time for us to say goodbye. I was mad at him and at my mother, his wife. How could they just decide to let go? It wasn't time to talk about death I debated with them both. I went home and cried with my partner. She thought I was being melodramatic. After soothing me, she called him to confirm her impressions. He laughed. She laughed. They made plans to visit in a couple of weeks to celebrate his 69th birthday. He died the following Wednesday. He was just the kind of stubborn bastard who when he said he was ready -- meant it. I was glad he said goodbye to me. Good night, Mr. Brodnax.
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