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Do you know how you will die?

Oh, the myriad ways in which this can be taken...


Since my boy is a handicapped child who needs full attention, it simply means that I will die the day he dies, or no longer needs me. Living without him is not an option.

Speaking as a former handicapped child (and current handicapped person), I can sympathize. I had a similar relationship with my mom. Only, she's been gone for six years now and I'm still around. Doing fine, for the most part, thanks to the love of a good woman, but I still miss mom. I still feel like she went before I was done needing her.


One always need eachother, but eventually in different ways. But im sure your mother would be proud of how well you are doing on your own now. If she was anything like me, that would be the most important thing. We love our children, unconditionally.
 
I always thought I would die young, since I am long past a quarter century now, seems that's not to be. I come from a line of longevity on both sides of my family tree, in a country where life expectancy is not very high at all, I could be kicking around a long time... unless the poor diet and exercise habits of the civilised world get me. More than likely it will be by car, as I never look properly when crossing. :lol:
 
It'll probably go something like this:

Kommander: "That ass hole is really starting to piss me off."

JuanBolio: "What ass hole?"

Kommander: "That big, hairy guy over by the cooler. Aw, dammit, he's eating the steak. I was going to eat that steak for breakfast. That's it, I'm going over there..."

Juanbolio: "I wouldn't do that, dude."

Kommander: "Why not? He's eating my food like he fucking owns the place. Dammit, now he's eating the brats!"

JuanBolio: "Umm... that's not a guy, that's a grisly bear."

Kommander: "Grisly Bear? What hind of name is that? Is he a biker or something?"

JuanBolio: "No, it's an actual fucking bear."

Kommander: "I don't care about his sexual orientation, he's fucking with my stuff, and I should kick his ass."

JuanBolio: "Why do I hang out with you? It's a FUCKING BEAR! As in, the animal. You know, bears, they shit in the woods and steal picnic baskets... they love honey... number one threat to America, those bears."

Kommander: "OOOhhhhh... what the fuck is a grisly bear doing at the bar?"

JuanBolio: "We're not at the bar, we're out in the woods, camping."

Kommander: "Ok, Mr. I've-Got-a-Handle-on-Things, explain this: If we're not at the bar, then why am I drunk?"

JuanBolio: "Because you decided to demonstrate your amazing ability to chug beer... 20 times."

Kommander: "Ok, whatever. I'm still going to kick his ass. It'll be fun."

JuanBolio: "Yeah, ok. Now that I think about it, this'll be pretty funny. Oh, you better give me that can of bear mace before you do it. That's stuff just makes them horny."

Kommander: "Good thinking. Here you go."

JuanBolio: "When the bear kills you, can I have all your stuff?"

Kommander: "For the last time, no!"
:lol:

That actually happened a few weeks ago. I don't recall how we ended up surviving, but I remember Brian had claw marks all down his back and a very sore ass in the morning.
 
Since my boy is a handicapped child who needs full attention, it simply means that I will die the day he dies, or no longer needs me. Living without him is not an option.

Speaking as a former handicapped child (and current handicapped person), I can sympathize. I had a similar relationship with my mom. Only, she's been gone for six years now and I'm still around. Doing fine, for the most part, thanks to the love of a good woman, but I still miss mom. I still feel like she went before I was done needing her.


One always need eachother, but eventually in different ways. But im sure your mother would be proud of how well you are doing on your own now. If she was anything like me, that would be the most important thing. We love our children, unconditionally.

Exactly what my mom always said. You know, the saddest, and most ironic thing about her being gone is that she knew my girlfriend, who at the time, was just a good friend. Whenever she'd see us together, my mom would say "You know, it's obvious you two like each other, you'd ought to look into it." At the time, I wasn't sure, but a couple of years later, things changed. I wish she had lived to see us together, because she was 100% right.
 
I shall die as I lived. Calling someone a cunt.

Stop doing that!

Seriously, it's like one of the few words I can't stand.

Flagius - I think you just found out the who as well as the why. :D




Statistically I can make some guesses as to how I'll die, but the Reaper has a way of making his work enjoyable, so I'm not going to make any bets on the matter.

Plus, the bastard stacks the deck.
 
I shall die as I lived. Calling someone a cunt.

Stop doing that!

Seriously, it's like one of the few words I can't stand.

Flagius - I think you just found out the who as well as the why. :D




Statistically I can make some guesses as to how I'll die, but the Reaper has a way of making his work enjoyable, so I'm not going to make any bets on the matter.

Plus, the bastard stacks the deck.
You can always take matters into your own hands and force death to come on your terms. *shrugs*
 
No idea. As long as it's not withering away with agressive Parkinsons as my grandmother is at the moment or something similar to that, I'll be okay. In my sleep after a long life full with experiences, laughs, and lots of sex would be preferrable.

Actually I hate to think about it, death is one of those things I really have a hard time with. I barely know how to live, I don't want to to have think about that yet.
 
Statistically I can make some guesses as to how I'll die, but the Reaper has a way of making his work enjoyable, so I'm not going to make any bets on the matter.

Plus, the bastard stacks the deck.
You can always take matters into your own hands and force death to come on your terms. *shrugs*

What, throw myself out of the casino?!

No way, not until I break the bank and end up owning the place.
 
If I don't stop feeling the way I do right now?.... fairly soon by my own hand.:sigh:

You keep saying stuff like this. Are you seeking help from anyone in the real world?

It's worrisome. You really need to seek help.


Sorry to be so maudlin. I am ok, I am just in a week long depressed mood. It happens. I have a sleep disorder that completely reverses my sleep patterns so I am sleeping all day and up all night and that always depresses me. I'll be over it by the end of thew weekend. Thanks.
 
My Brazilian wife will kill me for doing something stupid like leaving a light on. No wait, that's why I'll kill her.

Hopefully I die on the basketball or racquetball court a long time from now.
 
Hmmm, well in my family (both sides) we all tend to live into our 80s or 90s. My guess, given our history, is that, barring accidents, I'll die of heart problems in my old age. However, this may sound odd but I have always had a feeling I will die by falling from a great height. I mean, a really significant, though I guess irrational, feeling that that'll be the way I go. As a child, I always had dreams of falling. In one of those dreams, I did indeed hit the ground and die. I remember floating above my dead and bloody body quite vividly, I assure you. Whenever a film has a sequence where the camera drops straight down as if in freefall, it has a powerful effect on me.

I'm actually- though again, I guess irrationally- frightened of being somewhere high. Then again, in the dream where I died it was an invisible presence that grabbed me and threw me over the edge that was responsible for my fall, so, well...:lol:
 
Basicaly -

Hit by a vehicle, turning left or right, trying to beat another oncomming vehicle, while I'm in the cross walk with the walk light illuminated.
 
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