I don't even want to think about anyone close to me dying, I don't think I can handle it. All my grandparents passed away when I was 14 except maybe my mothers dad (he left them when she was young so I don't even know hes name and mom never talks about him). It's strange, I think about them sometimes even now, 6 years later and can see them before my eyes and remember what we talked about, and what we did. It's hard to believe that they are just... gone.
I was born when my parents were already 40 and 42, so they're in their 60s now and I worry about them all the time. They live unhealthy lives too and when I talk about it with mom, she always turns it back to me and starts talking about my life and how I wasted last year etc. *sigh* I guess I have to have another talk with them tomorrow, dad already had hearth surgery because of clogged arteries and mom has lots of health problems too and doesn't want to lose weight -.-