Title: Last Wish, Last Chance Writer: Don Allan Dinio

Don't bring me flowers when I am dead. Don't cry or shed a tear for me when I am gone. Don't visit my grave when I am six-feet down. Don't talk good about me in my eulogy, or do a good write-up in my obituary. Don't come to my death bed when I am unconscious and almost pronounced dead or, come to my viewing and hear you say..."He was a good man...", "I did not know that he was going to die...", "Wish I could have....", "Damn, I was going to...", Why did He take him so soon..." Talk to me now. Not when I am in my coffin. Call me collect. Email me. Write me a note. Let's sit and have some coffee. Let's drink a six-pack. Let's watch your favorite movie, your football game, or a baseball game, even if you don't say a word to me, or even if I don't like the team, or don't even understand a thing. I will even listen to your music which I may not enjoy. Come and visit me. We can sit in the yard, on the porch, on the beach. We can go to McDonald's, or buy some take-out Chinese food that I like and you don't. I can't jog anymore but we can take a walk, rest and talk. Let's watch snow together as it comes down from my window or yours. They will be fond memories when I am gone. Send me cards on Christmas, Thanksgiving, or my my birthdays. Who knows if I will make it this year. I want to hear something good from you, or even bad. Make me smile when I am mad. Cheer me up when I am sad. Help me remember the things I forget. Correct me when I am wrong. Forgive me for my shortcomings. I may not even know when I hurt your feelings. Don't forgive me when I am dead. It does not make you a lesser man to express your feelings. Cry with me when there is no one there to see. You can trust me. No one would ever know. Keep me company for a day or two. Why wait when I am dead. I would not enjoy your company. I would not know, hear, feel or see any of the things you would say or do. I won't even smell the wreath of flowers you might bring especially for me. I can't laugh at your jokes anymore, or bug you about my problems. Let me know you care. Just don't tell me you don't have the time. When I am dead, why would you find time? I would not know anyhow. Please, don't cry a tear, save that last one when I am gone.

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