One of my aunts had a massive heart attack on Thursday. She died Monday morning. She was 78. One month older than my mom. My uncle (mom's brother) is 80. This really hit home the reality of mortality to my mom. I think she's a little freaked out about it. I'm just sad and extremely tired. I get really tired when I grieve. It becomes a huge effort to get up and do stuff. But one day we will all be dead. Death is a side effect of life. In modern times we are so detached from death we forget that it happens to everyone. It doesn't matter if you want to live forever. You don't get to choose.
