Although I guess the true question is how I would deal with this fear if I had to face it. If a loved one did die, how could I overcome it? Honestly, I have no answer for that question. I feel I have always impressed myself with my ability to adapt in situations and fight my way out when I’m in trouble which I learned from my father. I have been lucky enough to never lose a loved one in my young 21-year life other than my two grandfathers who I never had a chance to know. I feel as I get older I will learn answers to these questions, I will learn how to deal with death to a loved one and I will be strong enough to go on past it.
Overall, the honest mystery behind losing a loved one, I feel is never being able to see that loved one again, and never knowing when it will happen. I feel when the time comes for me to lose someone that means so much to me, I will know how to deal with it. The one thing that scares me most is not ever being able to just give that person a hug again, never being able to hear their voice, see their smile, or in my parents case, listen to them yell at me. I think about living away at Mizzou, and what if the last time I left home I did not tell them I loved them and never see them again? I would want to ask my father for one last piece of advice, “What should I do if I never see you again?”
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