Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. I know I've said this a few times recently, but c'est la vie, I guess. In the last two months, I honestly don't think that there have been more than five days without someone in my family being sick. Right now Jack is getting over another virus and Jamie is now on day 13 of a stomach bug.
Trust me, I have 10 blog posts already written in my head and they will make it here at some point, but it will have to wait. I'm going on vacation next week! A vacation from my problems, as the good doctor in the film "What About Bob?" would say.
Until then, here are four interesting "last words" from dying men (the last one is my dad's favorite).
"Who is it?" -- Billy the Kid in 1881, upon hearing a knock at the door in a house at Fort Sumner. Sheriff Pat Garret was the one knocking and killed Billy seconds later.
"Why not? After all, it belongs to him." -- Charlie Chaplin, 1977, in response to a priest at his deathbed who said, "May the Lord have mercy on your soul."
"This is the fourth?" -- Thomas Jefferson, on the evening of July 3, 1826. While the attendant caring for Jefferson on his deathbed lied and said yes, it was July 4th, Jefferson still held on until noon the following day. He died on the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
"They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist..." -- General John Sedgwick, 1864, while looking across a valley at Conferederate sharpshooters during the Civil War. Sedgwick had just finished berating his soldiers for cowardice when they warned him to stay low and out of sight.
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