The scariest thing about dying for me these days is that having just moved all my crap to a new location upon retiring last month, I am desperate to get rid of half of it before dying so my poor children do not have to deal with it.
Erika, I just did this too - and every time I see something I brought with me, I just think of my darling girl holding *whatever crap* in her hand and going "what the actual...?" A Life in Bin Bags should be the name of my memoir!
I love this post hard. Death is one of my fave things to talk about (death and sex and Harry Styles). I think about all the previous, gone, never coming back stages of my kids all the time but I hadn’t really thought about that in relation to myself. Interesting.
The scariest thing about dying for me these days is that having just moved all my crap to a new location upon retiring last month, I am desperate to get rid of half of it before dying so my poor children do not have to deal with it.
Erika, I just did this too - and every time I see something I brought with me, I just think of my darling girl holding *whatever crap* in her hand and going "what the actual...?" A Life in Bin Bags should be the name of my memoir!
I love this post hard. Death is one of my fave things to talk about (death and sex and Harry Styles). I think about all the previous, gone, never coming back stages of my kids all the time but I hadn’t really thought about that in relation to myself. Interesting.