death.

Death is a scary thing. Everybody lives, everybody dies. But death comes out of nowhere sometimes. Death is hard to understand. I don’t think I’ll ever truly be able to grasp it. 

I’ve attended five funerals in the past twelve monthes; one of which was expected. One of my biggest fears has always been losing someone I love. I can’t imagine anything worse than that. This past year has really turned that fear into reality. I worry constantly that maybe it’s my turn to lose someone next. This fear is eating me alive. 

I’m scared to death of death.