Money Can't Buy Life.

The date is May 11th, but I’m only 36?

I didn’t think I’d see the day where life would get the better of me, but my fate was as real as the smoke in my lungs.
 

It’s such a hard way to go, you know? I lived my life care free, to have my last hours confined to a hospital bed, I just want to be home.

I can’t help but wonder, where will I go from here? Heaven? Hell? In between?  I am so thankful for the life I was given, but what was it all for?
 

I had more money than what I needed, but it still didn’t save me.

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe and I can feel the life fading from me in my final moments.

I look up, I can see my son, Ziggy. I don’t want his last memories of me to be this way, he always deserved the best. Not this, this evil that had spread throughout my body.

I open my eyes and everything is blurry, everything but the brightest light I have ever seen, it’s calling me and I’m listening.
Getting closer and closer now, I look over to Ziggy.

“Money can’t buy life, my son.”

As I see his eyes swell up and a tear stream down his cheek, I knew he understood. I’m so proud of him and I only wish I could see where he will take his life in the future, but I’m not worried about him at all, he will do just fine.

I shut my eyes for the last time, everything goes dark.

It was then I realized my life was purposeful through the love I received from my family and the happiness I brought to people all over the world.
I am at peace.

- Jemma Catt

 

 

 

 

 

 

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