My Grand-Aunt died recently, and I will admit that I am very sad about it— not because I knew her very well, or that I was very attached, but because it means that my grandmother is getting old, and she is realising it.
I think there is nothing worse than death, except for the realisation of imminent death. We all die— it is natural, it is what happens to us. We cannot complain or whine about it, because it is just life. Life is life is life. And death is death is death. We all have to come to terms with our mortality.
This is all so easy to spout off now— if I actually sat and thought about it, I would probably get in a state of panic and freak out. This is understandable.
But it's hard to watch my grandmother mourn and come to terms with her own mortality at the same time. It all makes me feel so immature and worthless.
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