2009 Mirror and Smokes 9002

....I know I will be lonely.

It is scary to see old Kenneth alone and wasting away in a corner. With his meagre savings, and some governmental assistance, he managed to book a place in the run-down geriatric centre. With no-one to care for himself, he lay there thinking back at the times he was haughty and young. An immature mind that only keen on exploring the world, living a life that he imagined and generally an aimless guy that threw his road-map away.

He lay there thinking of a million what-ifs. Yet, as life slowly left him, he was comforted that his funeral arrangements have been organised and prepared. Just like he would if he was still doing his audit work. Checklists, cross-referencing and tick-marks suddenly made no sense now.

He wondered, how good if there were someone with him now, by his bed. He wondered, how good if there were someone offering comforting words. Death is a scary notion of which no-one survived to tell the tale. Deep in his heart, he know that Death would mean an end. No more memory, no more living. He loved his life. And living. To be able to see and feel and walk around. Yes. The chapter is ending. And without anyone to see the last page and last words.