"..they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time."
i found this on tumblr today and i realized how sad it must be to die a second time. which brings me to the point of this blog. i've been thinking a lot about my patients lately and i figured i could be in their place one day (though i hope not.) if i fall into a coma, i hope somebody, anybody would read me stories. books, any good book will do.
stories from the beginning til the end.
read to me when i can't anymore.
live for me when i can't.
delicious ambiguity.
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