Life is predictable in an unpredictable way. I was asked this morning, in my dreams, whether I want to die crying alone or crying in the middle of people I know. When I woke up, in addition to being sad, I was thinking how my death would be if it was not an accident. My body will be tired from age or from a disease. That doesn’t worry me as much. If history is any indicator of the future then most likely I will be with people that I love the most but not the people who love me the most. This mostly means that my parents will be dead and my child(ren and their families) will be alive. I don’t know how to feel about this. I am sad for sure. Maybe as I approach death things will change or I will be in a better shape to accept things the way they are. Time will unveil itself in its own way as it has for everyone else. Let me call my parents.
(I ended the above paragraph to find my phone to call them. Before I got to the phone, my daughter woke up. I had to attend to her. Called my parents two hours later.)