Now, I would like to share just some of my loved articles about deciding to die and death in general...
"She had taught herself to give men a precise amount of pleasure; never more, never less, only what was necessary. She didn't get angry with anyone, because that would mean having to react, having to do battle with the enemy and then having to face the unforeseen consequences, such as vengeance...
"...When she had achieved almost everything she wanted in life, she had reached the conclusion that her existence had no meaning, because every day was the same. AND SHE HAD DECIDED TO DIE..."
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"DEATH is nothing at alll... I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. WHatever we are to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. SPeak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there was no absolutely unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you; for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. No worries. All is well."
