I have always known about death, it seems. Death has always been a part of my life. My pets died. My grandparents died. My brother was suicidal until this year when his girlfriend got pregnant with their son.
Death doesn't scare me. What scares me even more about dying than not knowing what happens afterward is the thought that I may not be remembered. I fear that I have not, that I will not leave a big enough impact on this world for someone, anyone, to find me worth remembering, worth telling their children about.
Death is inevitable. Why would I worry about it except to contemplate the how and when? I would rather live my life than fear its end. I accept my mortality. I plan do more, be more. Because I fear not death, but a silent funeral home.
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