This story was written by Circe Broom, of Laurel Arts Island, what was once Second Life’s premiere showcase of music, poetry, and other arts.
Laurel Arts may be gone, but others inspired by her are carrying on her tradition of Circe’s Circle Radio excellence and dedication on the Second Life grid now.
Here’s her story.
Terminal.
That’s what they said to me.
I said… Okay. Now, what do I do?
Now, do I actually start to live the last of my life?
Now, do I believe I will die?
No. That would be too easy.
Now, I prepare for the death in which I do not believe, so that others won’t be caught by surprise.
I do not want to die.
Hospice is nice, they let me breathe better, now.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
I pray that I will die in my sleep.
Amen.
Thank you for letting me read that Circe. I hope I did it right.
And, well, no need to keep it brief. Stick around for a while, alright?