I deal with death rationally. It happens, when it does I won't exist in any way, and I won't know, nevermind. I take strength from my grandad, he had terminal cancer and refused treatment to extend his life, he knew his time had come and understood that.
My missus once said to me, 'your mum is watching over you' i rolled my eyes and just said, don't delude yourself dear, she's a pile of ashes, accept it and get on. Even when we had a stillborn I still thought the same, I don't need to delude myself to make myself feel better. Death is sad, but it's a guarantee so crack on and make the most of life.
My missus once said to me, 'your mum is watching over you' i rolled my eyes and just said, don't delude yourself dear, she's a pile of ashes, accept it and get on. Even when we had a stillborn I still thought the same, I don't need to delude myself to make myself feel better. Death is sad, but it's a guarantee so crack on and make the most of life.