Still after all reasons above, I didn’t think I deserved any of it. Having your name immortalized that way, in a person’s book you rant about all the time? Serious… to a crazy Dia groupie like me, that’s insane…I would need a Valium the day the book releases right?

Anyway… after 4 more days of thinking I figure that the best way to prove immortality… Is to give that honor, to someone that has been gone.
Someone that can’t push for themselves for their name to be there. Someone that loved literature and would get a kick out of your writing if she would have known it.
Luisa Zorrila. My grandmother. I really believe her name should be in your acknowledgments page. Why? Not only the fact that she would make an amazing looking, hot zombie. (grandma it’s okay, that was a j/k don’t be mad at me…I know you’ll get me up there for my dark humor, sorry)
But because she made so many contributions to this world… Far beyond me of course. She came out of nothing, build a family, had an awful husband. She always said “Ojos que no ven corazon que no siente” to get over his madness. (sounds familiar?) Raised my mom and aunt without a cent, after he left them, she undid her clothes to make them theirs, as a good daughter of a seamstress.
Most of all, Luisa Zorrilla, convinced my mother that having me without a man, at age 19 wouldn’t be a mistake. She is the reason I’m here. I exist. Because of her, and the way she looked at the world always trying to make it better than it really is. Pushing forward no matter the circumstances. Always a champion for woman kind.
Dia she is been gone for so long, I would give anything to give her a slice of immortality. Another chance to shine, to be alive, to walk among the living through the pages of your book. I think that would be the greatest honor of all, her name written on your pages, reaching immortality forever.

K

Something I’ve noticed: Celebrities die close to each other. One dies and then another one dies a few days later. Odd.

Anyway, I love the idea and name of Slices of Cherry (especially the double meaning

Life seems like a really fragile thing–if you think about it, we could die at any moment. I’m sure everyone, at least once in there life, has thought about what would happen if they died–who would come to my funeral? Who would cry? Who would care? How would it affect people’s lives? Then that leads to thinking about, have I lived my life to to fullest? If I were to die, today, then look back on my life, would I be happy with what I saw?
Death happens. It might be a depressing way to think about it but we do know it’s going to happen eventually, we just don’t want it to. Sometimes it’s expected, sometimes it comes like a smack in the face. But life goes on–we just have to live not thinking about the end, but the now.

And I have no idea if that made any sense or not but I have a friend who died last fall and it was just her birthday last Saturday and I spent the day thinking about her but also knowing that no one else around me knew that this beautiful person should have been having a birthday.

Okay, I don’t know if this is lame or not, but I’ve always liked the idea that death is not an end but just a walk through a doorway into the next part of our life. (I’m talking about this on a totally non-religion based level.) I’ve seen many terminally ill people approach death this way, like it’s just the next adventure and I hope that one day when it’s my time, I can look at it that way too, rather than being sad or scared.

And I realized, there really is no fool-proof way. People survive gunshots. Too many pills can just leave you with a sore throat. Blood can be transfused. Even a hanging isn’t for sure, if the rope isn’t strong enough, or the lack of a lock on the door leads to discovery.

By the time that I reached 7th grade, I realized that all of these notes and ponderings and pseudo-poems that I filled my journals with about suicide was actually writing. And I decided to do that instead.