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The folks that know they're going to die have time to tell their loved ones how they feel and to get their affairs in order, I lost my fiancee last year on a bike ride and held her as she took her last breath.
I ain't fucking scared of dying,I just wish I knew which day it was going to happen so I could take out a few assholes that pissed me off !!!
Jerry-Sorry for your loss. I had a very similar experience with my wife last May. Hard to let go of a person whom you have basically spent 46 years of your life with. She is a great lady. She had to be to put up with me for all them years
But you have to keep plugging away and living until that time comes for you to join your significant other in the afterlife.
I have a dream of my life ending by falling off my Bike in front of Froggy's on Main Street during Bike Week. And someone tries to resuscitate me with a Coors Light.
As many of you know, I deal with death and dying on a fairly regular basis. Jerry and DJ's stories have reminded me of something.
Last year, I had a patient who suffered a devastating head injury when he was assaulted. He had no ID on him, and there were no witnesses. The police fingerprinted him—no match. There were no "missing persons" reports that fit his description. We didn't know who he was. He was in our ICU, on a ventilator, dying, and all alone.
You know the old philosophical question, "If a tree falls in the forest, and there's nobody around to hear it, does it make a sound?" In this case, I found myself asking a similar question: "If a man dies in the ICU, and nobody knows who he is, did he ever exist?"
In the end, we did identify him (the police matched his fingerprints on the third try), and found his family. And so he didn't die alone.
That's why, when I'm dealing with a critically ill patient, and the nurse or the intern complains to me that the patient's family is being "difficult," I always remind them (and myself) that the alternative is far, far worse.
So, although Jerry and DJ's stories are sad, I'm just glad that they were there for their loved ones to comfort them as they passed.
"To alcohol! The cause of—and solution to—all of life's problems." —Homer Simpson, 1997
Add Don Imus to the list--his career may be dead. While talking about the womens basketball team from Rutgers--called them "nappy head Ho's" not going good- rutgers told him to shove the apology,
If you keep shootin, you can turn any piece of meat into burger
I didn't think Stern and Imus got along, at least that was the impression I got from Private Parts. Maybe they've kissed and made up, I don't know. I've never listened to Imus, and I only listened to Stern maybe a handful of times.
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