Thursday, August 24, 2017


*Warning* This may be romanticizing death, but it is not something I think about finding out for sure. At least not for a long time...

Lately I've been thinking a lot about death. Not in a "I want to find out what death is like" sort of way. Really it's a defense mechanism. I'm more afraid of grief than death itself. So I needed to change the way I viewed death in order to know that I could survive grief.

I have this theory that death is not something to be afraid of. It's a friend; someone that rides with you in the car and sits next to you on the couch. Death is like a guardian angel. It follows you around snatching you from near disaster and whispers, "Not yet." And in the end Death waits by your side and sighs, "I'm still here."

When it's my time I think death will be a comfort, like a hug from someone you didn't know you were missing.
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