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let you die beautifully
Marcelino 2022-04-20 09:01:44
"I walked in just now, and I suddenly remembered some embarrassing memories. When I was a child, I used to hear you guys having sex in this house, which made me feel at ease. At least it proves that you are very in love, as if our family will be together forever." The most beautiful love , Even in her twilight years, she will still find her to be particularly charming tonight. She, who loved her so deeply day after day, suddenly fell ill. No woman anywhere can age so gracefully as a French woman. A beautiful lover, a talented best friend, and a life-long soul mate, was robbed of all dignity by a stroke. But how could he let go, promise her not to go to the nursing home, protect her from the vicious caregiver, tell her stories, brush her hair. Doing all this without complaint, the pain is not the burden of taking care of her, but seeing her immersed in helplessness but unable to liberate her. In the end, he chose to let her die beautifully, put on a dress for her, surrounded her with flowers, opened the surrounding windows, and the white curtains danced lightly. In the dream, as usual, put on a coat for her, gently closed the door, the background music is Bagatelles, Op. 126 No.2 in G Minor by Beethoven, the only difference is that this time it will not come back. "You won't believe it. This is the second time that a pigeon flew in. It flew in from the patio. This time I finally caught it. It turned out not to be difficult at all."
Extended Reading
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Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?
Georges: Nothing, presumably.
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Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where grandma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies," I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?" I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.
Anne: So? How did he react?
Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.