In the end

Dear stranger,

When they (whoever 'they' is) say we as humans take life for granted, they were correct. (does this make me part of 'they' now?)

Let's talk death. I know people who have passed and I know I will die someday but I can't really grasp it. I can think of myself dying some horrible death as a young person and it doesn't scare me. I am not scared of death until I think of it in the long run. I imagine myself old, I am sitting on a porch with my book and some hot coffee, or maybe even some tea! I have no kids or grandkids. I have no husband or wife. Whether it's the fact that they already passed or I didn't get married is not sure. I am alone. (Let me clarify, I am not scared to be alone. I find it quite nice actually) Long story short, I die of old age. When I think of death, dying in that way, I am scared. I think of death a lot, not enough for it to be concerning but a lot. I am not fascinated with death but I can't lie and say I don't want to know how I die. I think death seems quite nice in the end but what about after? I will just cease to exist to myself? Everything will just be blank? and all the memories and things I said will disappear for me. I will be nothing but a corpse in the ground and live through the memories and thoughts of others. If they even bother to remember me. Like I said I can't grasp the thought of death and I suppose most can't.

-Blue