I started crying for about half an hour today, because my parents are alive, both of them, but I’m so worried for the day they won’t be alive.
I cried so much. I am so scared. I can’t accept the fact that one day they will be gone. I want them to have long, happy lives, and die peacefully.
I’m trying to make the most of my time with them, because who knows when it’s the last moment?
The unreliability of time scares me too. Who knows when it’s your last moment alive, or your friend’s final minute, or a family member’s ending day? No one. And that terrifies me.
I don’t want to cry over death, but I couldn’t help it today. I know it’s a part of life, but i just can’t accept it.