Why does death always make you think about living?
I lost a friend this week. We grew up together and we are the same age. Scary to think that life was taken with so little time on this planet.
I wonder if I will ever find what it is I am looking for.
Death makes you want to make changes in the way you look at life.
Suddenly I want to exercise, stop smoking, and keep in touch with friends that I think will be there forever.
I wonder what people will say about me, when it is time. I wonder what memory will pop into their heads when they hear that I am gone??
How long will it take people to completely forget about me?
What impact will I have had on people?
Will anyone ever name there kid after me?? I have a really cool name!
Interesting the things you think about at a time like this.
