Here is my end-of-life note. Please give it to my brother, Jake, once it’s been manhandled & pondered over by authorities.
I, Miranda Charlley Powers, offer the organs in my body to anyone in dire need & waiting for a transplant. My heart, lungs, kidneys, & liver, please distribute accordingly.
But my bone marrow . . . this is for Jake. There’s a Bone Marrow Specialist who believes his method of application can save my brother. See to it that he’s contacted immediately.
He answered the call at 12:47 AM in a panic. “Next of Kin” meant waking up at all hours of the night when your big sister has done something unthinkable.
“Can you come in to identify the body?”
Can I do what?! She did what?! How was her mental health?!If she jumped from the 14th floor of her building, what is left for me to identify?!
Thunder roared, and the midnight rain poured like it would be the last.
Season 1 of this MAX animated series is also on Netflix. I am hooked! There are 12 episodes and I watched 9 of them on Sunday. I watched the remaining 3 episodes Monday evening after work.
They’re bite-sized. Each of them is no more than 23-28 minutes. The story’ll pull you in with emotionally charged occurrences and devastating results in the last 4 episodes.
I was cursing at the screen and telling “Kris” off as if she could hear me. I was Team Azi and Demeter 227 all the way! It’s a heartbreaking and invigorating tale, and I could not look away!
And . . . it has a happy ending. I was pleased to see everything work out for the “good characters.” I was also pleased to see the main evil creature get its comeuppance.
If you’re into animated science fiction/fantasy/alien life forms, etc., then this series is one you should queue up and enjoy! I’m secretly praying there will be a Season 2!
As I was writing this post, one of my closest friends called to let me know a fellow classmate of ours died over the weekend. Currently, the cause is unknown, and there are no further details, no funeral or viewing arrangements, etc.
We have lost many classmates over the years; the first for me happened when I was only fourteen years old. I do not want to say I’m numb to this, for I am not. I just . . . it’s becoming much too frequent to ignore how dead it makes me feel inside.
He was forty-four years old and surviving him are his three children. Two in high school; a son and a daughter, and one in elementary school. Death is a seeker. It has an agenda and when it is on a mission, that mission will always get accomplished. Whatever need the Lord has for this soul is God’s alone.
*Sighs* I just really wish this wasn’t the news she had to share. But, here we are. And there’s nothing any of us can do about it. It’s life doing what life does and we must go on.
I stared dumbfounded, thinking, “Yo! Serena, I know you’re going to react! React!” But she didn’t, and I realized she’s calculating, plotting, and preparing her escape from The Wheelers who are … ironically just as she had been as 1/2 The Waterfords.
I am not a lover of revenge, I don’t think it’ll make things better. I do, however, acknowledge the need for human beings to free themselves from shackles.
And when Serena crept slowly through the door to make her brave exit, something sinister in me rejoiced, even though I once wanted her demise on a platter for a late Friday night snack.
A Cornered Gurl 
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