I just wondered if anybody else was suffering from a fixation on mortality. I know it makes sense given the current circumstances. But, gosh, I'm just so overwhelmed by the idea that one day my loved ones will be dead, that all of us will be. It's such an obvious fact of life that we just got on with before and lost sight of a bit in the busyness of life. Obviously there's nothing that can be said or done to fix this but I'm struggling with such sad thoughts, especially when I look at my children. Everything seems precarious and scary. And this sad feeling comes out of a deep love for these things and people. How can I snap out of this or think differently about it? So grateful for any tips or understanding