DEATH IS A CHOICE

It's been 2 months since I started to visit this new virtual world. I decided to do it since my best friend while struggling with a fatal disease, decided to connect here once she died. I'm considering coming here with my other loved ones when I die. My whole family has also decided, so we can live eternally as a family.

Unfortunately, I have only one grandmother alive, my maternal grandmother. A few days ago my mother asked me to talk to grandma about connecting with her before she dies. She didn't want to lose her mother completely, she wanted to spend all eternity with her. I had to hurry as my grandmother recently fell ill and her days are numbered.

I got ready with a small gift, a beautiful bouquet that I know my grandmother loved. They were those with whom my late grandfather conquered her in her youth.

I went in and after greeting her with a kiss, I couldn't help but feel that bitter and sad feeling of seeing her so weak in bed. I know that she likes it, no… she loves to dance, she loves to dance to both old and modern music. But since she is in the hospital, her capacity is zero. In eternity she will be able to dance forever as she wants.

After talking about trivialities and searching for my grandmother's impossible recovery, I finally decided to tell her about our proposal. She was all ears, even though I was nervous about her future response. I told her that she would even be young again, she would dance, and she would be with her family. For me, the best thing she could choose.

My grandmother, in response, didn't say anything. She stared at me with those loving eyes as a loving grandmother looked at her granddaughter. In a cat house, he took out her precious, giant, furry animal and life partner. A Persian cat that more than once had torn the curtains but that the grandmother loved with all her heart. She looked at me, cupping my cheek with her warm but weakened hand: “Can I take my cat with me? Can he go back to being that agile, young cat like me?” she told me in her weak voice.

I stared at her, it's true, the grandmother was inseparable from her Persian cat. "I don't think so, I don't think it's possible... sorry" I replied with a lump in my throat. “Then, I prefer to rest my dear. I will follow the plan that God gave us all, the rest, where your grandfather is. Sorry.” She replied, hugging her old animal.

I left the hospital a while later, crying my eyes out in the car.



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