Another one
My parents seem to think I'm morbid but I am truly afraid of it. I think everyone is afraid of their own deaths but its the death of others that really scares me. I don't take it well (as is to be expected) and I contstantly think of and am afraid of the people closest to me dying. Like the death clock mom and Jim found. I don't want to know when a program says my mother is going to die or when it says my brother will die because I'll believe it and be afraid of it.
I work in a place that trys to save life but hasn't found a cure yet and in this very job, my boss is at a funeral today for someone who just died Friday. This was someone I worked with but didn't know. He died of Cancer (ironically) and in life, he didn't want people to know he had it until he was given only a few days to live.
I'm rambling but what I mean is, I can talk about it and I can see it, but I can't handle it.
The Bodies museum. Now thats something that really truly fascinated me. I wasn't thinking about how the body works the whole time I was there, I was thinking about what faces use to be on those bodies, who were they in life, what did they accomplish while alive, how do thier families feel about them up on display like this, what were thier names?
I guess I'm only human and a curious one at that. Most things fly right by me and I could care less but this is something that has my attention all the time.



