Got to die somehow: My death with Taste of Ice Cream. / WEEK 142

In my case, I have imagined and thought multiple times about death. Even in my youth where I felt misunderstood and suffocated, I constantly thought about death and that for me it was the perfect escape plan from so many problems. Honestly cutting my veins ran through the thought several times, accompanied by cuts that left scars from such an event. Scars that time was responsible for erasing, at that time it was enough to cover with bracelets and thus avoid questions. "Nothing happened, nobody cared and everything was left in the memory...".

After overcoming those stages, being an adult and changing many things in my thinking and in my life, I could say that death is no longer an ally for me, but even so, it is a path that we cannot avoid. In my adult stage, beyond my death, the thought that I am afraid of leaving my children alone and since a little while I have also adopted my nephew. Sometimes when I go out to run errands they get sad because I'm not home with them, and things like that. I think if I die, it would be difficult for them to understand.

Regarding my death, I think I would like it to be quick. Perhaps even suddenly, as if I were going to eat an ice cream (preferably chocolate or ice cream, they are my favorites and it would be nice to die with that taste in my mouth) and suddenly a sudden heart attack or perhaps a crazy car leaves the road and crashes into my table. That day, I hope I went alone for that ice cream.

I would hate to die slowly. I believe that Cancer, Alzheimer's or some long-term degenerative disease are not options for me. I would hate to see my loved ones suffer from my declining health. I would take my mother's word:

I would go to the bakery downtown to buy my favorite popsicle (Magnum, a shortbread ice cream covered in peanut and hazelnut chunks, with a full coverage of chocolate), then I would park my motorcycle on the side of the main highway and hit the road. to a truck that comes at high speed to die immediately. I wouldn't leave a goodbye note or the like, I think I'd cry a lot and then I'd run out of ice cream.