A terrifying thought

One day you won’t be able to anymore. Nothing new will be introduced there – you may find some old relic that you didn’t know about, or hear a story about them, but nothing new will be introduced. There’s some limit to your interactions with them from then on. Memories also will fade, so you are slowly losing that part of them too. The scariest part is that this could happen at any time. I think about how my grandma died without ever resolving things with Mama. She intentionally chose to end it, and my mom will never be able to get that closure from her. There were so many things left unsaid. I think that’s an incredible weight that can’t ever really be undone or lifted, just lessened. My own death hasn’t ever really scared me, but the death of others does.