I guess I’m just looking for some advice or maybe to realise I’m not the only one who feels this way.
I lost a parent a year ago and since then I have this fear of death. I think about it all the time. I think about what my parent must have felt when they knew it was the end. It’s making me think constantly about how time is passing and there are times already that I will never get back, like when my children were smaller.
I guess in lots of ways it has made me reevaluate my life and enjoy the little things. I can see how precious it is now. But it’s also made me wonder about what the point of it all is. Does anyone else feel this way or have they since losing someone? I think we all think we will be young forever but now I can see so glaringly that we won’t and I find it frightening.
I also think what’s the point in worrying about things I cannot control but since my loss I find it hard to convince myself of that more and more.
Sorry for depressing post.