November 2009
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I've decided what I want my last words to be
I picture myself on my deathbed, surrounded by family and loved ones. I know it’s my time and, as I feel my very spirit leaving to ascend the heavens, I look out the window, skyward, and whisper gently “I’m coming Jesus I’m coming” as a single tear rolls down my cheek and my eyes close.
Then I open my eyes back up again and say “That’s what she...