| Work matters less, my family matters more. Even 10 years later I am very aware that life is short and want to make the most of it. I’m sorry for your loss, op. |
| It made me less scared to die - it was their time- it was peaceful. Death is part of life. I get it now. |
Oof. Wow I feel this. I'm not religious (though I grew up Catholic). But afterward there is this part of me that wasn't there before, and now hopes I'm wrong and there is a heaven. When my dad died when I was 35, I found out that it was him, not my mom, who kept in contact with me. They mostly called me together, so I didn't really have a good grasp that it was actually him who decided to call. He spoke with and texted about my kid daily. I'm lucky if my mom calls once every few weeks. She shows minimal interest in my kids. It's pretty sad, and I miss him a lot. I also live a bit more for today. Don't get me wrong, I still save for retirement. But knowing my dad saved all his life and didn't get to enjoy a day of it... it just hits a bit differently now. |