I'd like to start a conversation about mortality. I've been thinking a lot about my own lately for no particular reason I can discern. The feeling that comes upon me when I think of eventually no longer existing is one of absolute dread. It's not paralyzing but I have to actively push it out of my thoughts. I wonder, not jokingly, if this is the beginning of a "midlife crisis".
Recently, I was thinking of a great aunt and uncle of mine. They didn't have children and died in the late 90s. Nostalgia hit me and I did an internet search. I had lots of information about them with which to start looking and... nothing.
I then realized my brother and I were likely the only people who remembered this wonderful couple ever existed as other than a grave marker.
So, that was the end of my death thinking, cause 😭