I Died, They Went Crazy
Ruth and the private hospital helped stage it, and while those two clowns spent days groveling outside, I was inside, sipping tea with Ruth and enjoying the show.
Once the curtain closed on that performance, Ruth and I packed up and headed for Havain, ready for a fresh start.
Meanwhile, Joffrey and Mateo, ashes in hand, still couldn't let go.
They kept saying I loved to travel, so they had to take "me" everywhere I cherished—to make sure I had no regrets.
Funny. When I was alive, they never cared. Now that I was "dead," they finally figured out what love was.
First stop: the skydiving spot I used to love. They wanted to hold my ashes and take one last jump with me.