Death

I got a call from my sister tonight. Her father-in-law had just passed away. He had been having kidney problems for the past few months and suffered a heart attack last Sunday. He was not found almost an hour after the attack. His brain was so damage that the doctor said there were little chances he would recover. My brother-in-law's family decided to remove the respirator yesterday and he passed away this morning.

My parents are in their late sixties. They are still quite healthy an active. In fact, they're currently travelling in Asia right now. I'm grateful for their health and happiness, but I realize that I'm in the age group where our grandparents had passed away and our parents are on the edge. Three of my close friends had lost one of their parents. When someone you're closed too loose his or her parents, the touch of death is much more palpable. And you can't help but think about your own mortality. The fear of death drives people to do many things. For me, I hope that I would have accomplished something, made a difference in some way, other than simply take up space.

How do you feel when you think of your own death?