I can’t help not think about death these days. I keep
thinking what if suddenly someone I love dies. I honestly don’t know how I’ll
handle it. What if my sister was grabbing something from the top shelf of a bookshelf
and falls backwards and hits her head against the table. I hate myself for
thinking like this, but I can’t control myself. Not sure why I am thinking this
way, this has only been happening for the past few days. I am not sure how I’ll
react to the death of someone close. Thank God it never happened yet. I am
scared, because whenever I think about something, it happens. I WANT to stop
thinking about it. I NEED to. What if…what if God is preparing me to handle it
once it happens? I know everyone dies.
It’s sad, but it’s life. I think I would want to die first before any of my
loved ones die. I know it’s selfish, because this way I don’t want myself to go
through the suffering of one’s death, but , urgh, I don’t know. I am being extra protective over everyone recently.
I think I now understand why my parents act the way they do. To keep me safe. To
keep themselves from going through that phase no one would even wish their worst
enemy goes through. The brother of my sister’s friend died when he was 15 years
old 3 years ago. My sister just found out and she told me. It was the shock of
my life because how he died is so sudden, out of nowhere. He drowned in the
school’s swimming pool. How could someone expect that? I think I prefer dying from
some kind of disease like cancer, than such a sudden death. At least I’ll be
prepared. At least my parents would be prepared. I can’t imagine the scene when
the school called the parents about the incident. Was the mom cooking and
dropped the plate of cooked beans on the floor? How did she act next? What was
her next move? I am crying just thinking about it. Was the dad at work looking
forward for the phone call he’s been expecting for weeks claiming he’s been
promoted and instead he got the phone call about his son’s death? God, we should be grateful. I should be
grateful.
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