I just won’t bring it up. I just won’t bring it up.
I love my dad and I enjoy and savor every last moment with him, knowing that it will all come to its eventual end.
I used to worry too much about my own imminent death.
But I realize that I need to worry about me later, because the best things in my life will probably the first things to go.
Death hasn’t ever been close to me. I haven’t personally known anyone that has died to my knowledge. Always distant relative, distant random teen, actors and actresses.
But the thought always lingers. My parents will die, and it won’t be okay.
I’m going to have to deal with that, inevitably.