A handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes
filled with tears was staring at an elderly woman lying in a coffin wearing
colorful floral dress. The evening glow came
through the window he looked very sad.
Born in a poor
family in Manhattan, He leads a busy life. So he
didn’t have a chance to go out of New York until he was over 30. He got a
part-time job, got a scholarship, graduated from college, and got married.
However, a divorce occurred in the process of borrowing money from his wife 's
sister to pay for his father' s funeral.
He has a grandmother who died. It also expends
the cost of organizing the remains of the grandmother and keeping them in
storage. His back, crying for his mother's death, looked so pathetic and small.
There was not a penny in his mom bank account. But
he does not want to erase his beloved mother's memories. He paid for a
two-month rent and arranged the mother’s item and keeps them in another
storage. Will he be able to clear funeral debt and build up his base and get
out of poverty?
I do not have to leave a lot of money, but I should
not leave at least have enough funeral expenses and enough to get rid of the
traces of my lives? Or before I die, when I am healthy, I dare to discard the
unnecessary things in the house and sort them out.
The articles I read in the newspapers a long time
ago do not leave my mind. An old man didn’t want to disturb anyone after he die.
He cleaned up everything. And it is like the theater stage that he drove to the
funeral home, parked his car in the parking lot and died in the car.
I think I will not be able to drive to the
funeral home before I die. I do not want to be buried in a cold, dark ground. If it
is possible, I would like to give my useful organs to the people who need them
and scatter the ashes on the favorite forest.
Never let people know and if anyone comes to
see me by chance, I would like to have a warm meal with wine on my last way.
The coffin is the cheapest wooden plank. I do not want to open the coffin lid
because I do not want to show my old self,
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