A "DEAD" MAN WITH COLORLESS IMAGINATION

"As I am paralyzed and deadly sick, my parents and my wife are not with me. My name is Burry. I am 65 years old. My wife, Carry, left me with information about my first symptoms of illness. It's already three days. I am lying in my wheelchair and looking out the window. Life goes on, but without me. It has already been two days since I've not eaten anything. I hear my stomach's strange sound, which is like an alarm, and a bit of discomfort and fatigue. Last time, my doctor announced that I was going to die in a couple of days when I was sitting the same way in my wheelchair. The only things I see in my window are two funny birds playing with each other near the green nut tree. They sometimes come to my window every day and knock at it. I smile at them. They want to bring me to life. They motivate me to live longer. It is Wednesday. Somebody is knocking at the door. I am putting my pen down..."  

I thought, "Who could it be?" Is it some joke?  

"Mr. Burry, please open the door,"  the voice tells me from the outside of my door. 

"I don't wait for any guests; go away!" I nearly shouted, crunching my teeth. 

"Please open the door; I am a postman. My name is Hope. I have two letters from Dr. Joke and Mrs. Carry", - shouted the postman. 

"I don't want to hear any comfort from them. I want endless peace in my house", I shouted in response. 

"OK, sir, I will tuck the letters under the door; don't be so pessimistic. Life goes on".

I thought, "What does this guy know about life?" 

Fortunately, my wheels were still working. I left my diary on my table. I tried to take the letters with my hands and surprisingly succeeded. 

The first letter was from my doctor; it said, "Dear Mr. Burry, I would like to apologize to you. I am informing you with this letter that you are not going to die. I just wanted to say with humor that you will die to begin a new life, but you interrupted me abruptly. I could not finish my sentence. Thus I am sending you my letter from abroad. Excuse me for the disturbance. I hope you are not in the wheelchair anymore, as I have left you. If yes, try to move.

Sincerely yours, Dr. Joke."

This letter was a shock for me. I had already imagined my funeral, which was not going to happen logically. 

The second letter was from my wife, "Dear Burry, I am at my parents' home. Unfortunately, my mother has died, and I left to see her. I did not want to say a word to you as you were in a kind of serious agony. I did not want to disturb you". I hope you ate everything I had cooked for you for one week. With love, Adriana". 

After this letter, I had four feelings. I felt happiness, awkwardness, shame, and disappointment because of my idiotic behavior and thoughts. 

The only thing that I realized was that life is not what we imagine. Life is what happens factually with us.