Often,
I think about my own death. Usually it happens when im dazed out or driving a long distance somewhere. I question, what if i died right now and had a funeral. Who would be there, who would show up. I imagine the ceremony, the speeches, the open casket (if there was one). How many people I think that were close enough, or just maybe people I met only a few times. How many would cry? how many wouldn’t go. It’s a bit weird on my side. But sometimes you can’t help but wonder what your death will be like when the time comes.
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