Page 1 of Love Resurrected
Prologue
KAT
My Obituary
By: Katarina Oxana Walker
August 4, 1975 - February 25, 20-something*
It all started with my tits. Which really were my best feature. Once they got hacked to pieces, the rest of me went to hell. To my credit, it took a really fucking nasty, tenacious disease years to take me out. They should have given me a goddamn medal for lasting that long. Or one of those fancy belts boxers get. I’ll even settle for a plaque on a park bench. Hint, hint mo-fos. Let my name live longer than I did.
That said, I lived a great fucking life, surrounded by the people I loved most in this world. Even though I’m dead, I don’t regret a thing. As the late, great Dylan Thomas so eloquently said:
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
*If I don’t die on February 25thas referenced above, please adjust the date accordingly.
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To Be Read Upon My Death:
Brad- Thank you for loving me so wholly and completely. You are the love of my life. And for a while I was yours. Just not anymore. Your forever is out there, my love, lock that shit down. Don’t let it die with me. There’s another woman out there who deserves all that you have to give. You promised me, now make it happen.
Remi- I still can’t believe you didn’t name one of the gruesome threesome after me. Speaking of, I guess it's good Lexie and I were co-godmothers since only one of us remains. Stay strong, beautiful girl. Stay strong and power on.
Lexie- Don’t cry, everybody dies. I just did it sooner than you wanted me to. Remember, it's impossible to be sad when you’re holding a cupcake. Especially one with sprinkles.
Bauer- Keep an eye on my girl. And by that, I mean hire a nanny and distract her with sex. Lots of sex.
Ethan- Stay studly, dude. And take care of my guy, we both know he’s a big teddy bear on the inside. Don’t let him wallow. Help him live.
Cole- We talked about this. You know what to do, hot cowboy. She needs you now more than ever.
Sadie- Just because you’re new to our family doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Watch out for E. He will miss me way more than he’ll admit.
Mavis- Don’t worry,bubbe, I’ll watch out for Stone for you, and make sure he’s resting in peace.
I love you all. May you forever enjoy your margaritas cold, your salsa spicy, and your chips salty.
- XOXO, Kat
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Brad - A Few Days Before
Sunday
I am beyond caring.
At that point where nothing else matters.
Literally.
I don’t care. Not about myself or what people think. Fuck, I don’t even care about what’s happening in the world. Kat is dying and with that, anything that matters goes with her. Anything I’ve ever cared about. Wanted. Loved.
Gone is any shred of humanity I may have once had. What might have been good in me has deteriorated. That’s something they don’t tell you when someone dies. What the dying takes with them. The answer to that is every-fucking-thing, leaving you alone and empty.
Until there is nothing left.
