It's been a year since I decided to go to school in San Diego. I had plans to get a job there and move there. Of course, life never goes according to plan. I didn't move, but I don't regret it (although I do admit I regret the commute), for I realize had I moved I wouldn't have been here during my family's time of need. This is especially true with what happened a week ago. My father had a stroke and I cannot imagine not being by his side right now.
I am reminded of how time flies now, and although I still feel like a teen sometimes (I don't know what that says about me, but you can be the judge of that), I realize I am an adult, I am older, and so are my parents. I am more aware of their mortality and the thought terrifies me. Perhaps, it is morbid to think this way, to think that my parents will die that it is just a matter of time.. but I do think about it.
I always said death wasn't to be feared, it was just another process of life, another step, even a release to those who were suffering. But as I grow "older" my thoughts now go to those left behind, and so I ask how do we reconcile the fact that we all have to die one day, with the fact we don't want to lose our loved ones?
