Tag: death

A woman chases down a man, crushing him until he is immobile, with a forearm across his throat. The twitching man suddenly goes limp and the woman rolls him to his side, grabs what looks like a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then leaves him lying dead.

Over six years ago, I stood at the edge of my uncle’s bed and watched him slowly deteriorate from a loving father to mere skeleton. Spotted with brown lesions and almost bald as a side effect of AZT, he was dying from complications associated with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS).

As always, I found faults in Rosie Sinapi’s recent column on death.

I have this personal philosophy that every human being is living on borrowed time.