I think about death a lot. I don't know if I think about it more or less than most people, but I do think about it a lot. And it scares me, I admit it. There are so many ways to die, and a lot of them are painful and some of them are gruesome and we don't get to know when ours will happen nor what it will be like. (Yes, I use 'nor'. I can't help it.)
Mostly, though, I'm not thinking about my own death, but about Sweet Hubby's. Even just the thought sometimes feels almost impossible to survive.
But - Sweet Hubby and I have had good lives, and have shared a good life, for a lot longer than some people get. We've had our injuries and crises, but nothing that has left either of us diminished. I need to remember that, focus on that, be grateful for that, instead of being so fearful. And I am, terribly terribly grateful for this life and for this marriage. I am grateful to Sweet Hubby for being the wind beneath my wings, and to my family for giving me wings in the first place. So I'll think about that. A much nicer thought.