The Five Wishes of Mr. Murray McBride

by Joe Siple

“Love hurts sometimes, Father. Hurts like hell, and I’m not sorry to say that word. Hurts like hell and I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” “What other option do you have? To curl up and insulate yourself from the world and everyone in it?” He gives me a meaningful look. “To forget to take your pill? You’ll have plenty of time to be dead, Murray. But this is the only time you have to live. Don’t throw that gift away.”