If I were to choose where to die...

If I were to choose where to die, it would be at the top of Mt. Tapochau overlooking Saipan. I wouldn’t want to die anywhere else but my home island. When I was little, my family and I would take camping trips to various areas around the island. Managaha, Forbidden Island and Mt. Tapochau were popular places to camp at the time. My brother and my cousins would race along the roads to the peak of the mountain. We would host barbeques and family parties near the camping areas. It will always be one of the few places where I would feel at peace. Unless I meet death unexpectedly, I wouldn’t mind experiencing the view of the island as my final view. If I had to choose the exact time of the day when to die, it would be around dusk. The orange-yellowish glow of the sun as it finally sinks into the horizon has always been both captivating and beautiful. If my parents were alive or if I have a family of my own at the time of my death, I would want them to be present at my death. My parents were responsible for the best years of my childhood and the worst and I think they deserve to be with me in my final hours.