That’s Really How You Want to Go?

Reminded the other day of this prior conversation with Clark.

Me: I mean it, sweetie. If my brain goes, and you can’t smother me without going to jail, you put me somewhere safe and move on with your life.

Clark: Okay?

Me: I’m serious. You can visit me from time to time, but I don’t want you to be all guilty about it. I want you to live your life.

Clark: Okay, mom.

Me: If I’m out of it and don’t know who anyone is, whatever you do, don’t do extra stuff to keep me alive.

Clark: Okay, okay.

Me: I mean it. If I get a UTI, don’t even give me antibiotics.

Clark: Really? That’s how you want to go? A UTI?

Exactly.