I just read a post about the last words of people who received the death sentence.
It is interesting, yes. But why do we commemorate these individuals' words? Why do we keep a record of words spoken by individuals society deemed so horrible they were unfit to share the planet with us? Why remember these words when their victims' words will never be known.
Why do we not record the last words of those we love? Many times we do not have that opportunity.
I do not remember the actual last words my mother spoke. I do remember the last time she told me she loved me.
I was not there to know the last words my father spoke. I do remember the last time he told me he loved me.
With both my parents, I cannot place where their minds stopped and their diseases began, but I believe the love transcended those diseases.
Why not remember the last words of those we love?
Or why not just remember love?
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