Some people despair, consider suicide, but, please, don't, because warm creamed coffee would no longer deliciously go down your throat, you'd miss songbirds at dawn in concert, a baby's delighted cooing, soft freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that melt in your mouth, your child's artwork on the refrigerator, comforting a bereaved friend, the aroma of a newly mowed lawn, the scent of honeysuckle courted by bees, the sound of the ocean when you put a seashell to your ear, walking through your neighborhood in October, with childhood memories of burning leaves in autumns past, sipping cold cider, the comforting presence of your sleeping dog, the purring of your cat, reading a compelling novel on a rainy day, curled up on your couch, do you know you would be so missed? so, please, don't.