I wonder what he thought as he crossed the threshold from his house out to the bright day, knowing he’d never return, that his memories would remain within those walls and the vast majority of them would be forgotten and discarded, occupied by strangers. Everything he wondered about the end was just like he thought it would be and nothing like he thought it would be. He thought of his wife and five decades built in that house and other houses and he believed he was one step closer to joining her, and for that he was relieved. The house, how fiercely he clung to it and how easily the two medics lifted and carried him into the windy morning to their chariot. How confused he must have been, how eager to get it all over with. Maybe at the end he realized he’d fought so hard for all those years for nothing. All of it just a huge coincidence. When he finally let go, maybe he laughed.
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