Mortality
My grandmother's mortality creeps up on me more each day, even more than my own. I know there's no way to prepare oneself, but I am terrified about living a life that doesn't contain her. Empty isn't enough of a word to describe it. I was talking to a friend the other day about death, about how it wasn't so much death that I feared, but not being alive. I just can't encompass the concept, anymore than I can encompass not having my grandmother. She looks so tired, she moves so slowly, and thinking about her is making me cry.