Loss - Tetris

oh please.

A good player can manage to breeze through those erasing those gaps.

If I get put in a home when I get older, I think this might become my fancy. I can imagine myself finishing my daily prayers, and then locking myself in a broom closet, only to sit down to meditate on the divine power of these jpegs. My grandchildren will come and visit me, and I'll be talking to them, just as they notice some odd tattoo on my hand of an unknown symbol. My paintings will always portray these four scenes, if I start to crochet again I'll put down this peculiar symbol. The bedtime stories I tell my youngest descendants will be sad and full-of-grief in nature, and my short stories would be no better. Eventually, I think I'll get put into a psychiatric institution for my little fancy, only to die there, having led a fulfilling life, yet one of losing.
TL;DR, I'll hang my paintings on my wall, I'll tell stories to my children while sitting on my couch, I'll talk to my doctors, and my family will be with me for my last parting breath, the doctor comforting their loss.

It'd be a good life.