Whenever I hear about someone that has passed away, I immediately feel grief take over my entire body. I feel paralyzed!
The odd part of this is, I don’t even have to know the deceased personally. Just a name will send me spiraling into a world of sadness. I remember being a young child no older than 10 and handling death in the same fashion.
Now that we have Facebook, Instagram, and other forms of social media. I’m instantly able to put a face with the name. Which is even worse for me because my heart breaks when I see their face and a picture of their family. I can’t help but wonder how their kids are handling the situation and how scared, and alone they must feel.
The thought of my death scares the mess out of me. I know that we all have to go some time, but I wish I could live forever. Often times my husband and I are watching T.V or out to dinner and having a good time, and out of nowhere I’ll say “can you believe one day we are going to be dead.” He does what he usually does and sighs and then shakes his head, and I’ll get a low “, yeah yeah I know.”
I tell myself all the time to stop doing that because I know it’s beyond annoying, but I just can’t help it. I’m not as bad as I use to be, however, I still think about what will be my cause of death a little too often.
Why can’t we just live forever!
You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.
~Belladonna~