I don't think I'm afraid of dying.
My personal belief system tells me that life doesn't simply end, and I believe I'll be reborn in some form, somewhere.
But I so sometimes feel sad by the thought of my last days.
I honestly believe that I'll know the very last times I see my amazing daughters, and when my mind wanders in that direction, I find it very sad and painfull.
As a parent, that thought hits harder than death itself.
Not because I'll be gone, not that I know they'll carry on without me, but just that I k kw I'll never see them again.
I think its strange that a I can make peace with my own ending far more easily than I can make peace with leaving the people I love behind.
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