Last night, while putting to bet my 5 y.o. girl, she asked me how old she would be in 2100. While I could answer this one, the next one was like a knife through my heart: “where will you be in 2100?”. In silence I’ve burst in tears because I couldn’t say to her that I’ll be…dead.
I’ve told her once that I’ll always be there for her.And she has no concept of death yet. And I’m not ready yet to accept it- the death I mean.
In fact I’m so scared of it, scared of leaving my family, my beloved ones. Makes me so sad and depressed that almost chock me. And I even can’t talk about it, not even with my wife.