Martin Aitken

“We’d like to keep you in for another day, to be on the safe side. And to run some tests.”

pitch-black wave

He’s alive, yes. But not yet in a stable condition. It’s touch and go, I’m afraid. We can’t really say at the moment.”

Strangely, I have never been afraid to die. Not because I am particularly brave, but because I have yet to fully comprehend that it will in fact happen to me.

Another day here will do you a world of good.”

Intellectually, yes. Intellectually, I fully comprehend that one day will be my last on this earth.
But I do not believe it, not properly.

in the hospital two days later she died

My mother had a congenital heart defect that was discovered only after it was too late

Relating to death is a bit like relating to God, only the other way round:

A classmate of mine from school, Ernest, was taken at an early age, drowning while on holiday in France when he was twelve years old. Another, Osvald, died in a car crash on his way to work one morning, his skull crushed when his car ran into a brick wall