I’m 20, and therefore, I am immortal.

Okay, not really, but apart from a few emo episodes, I never really consider that I could die. It wasn’t until 2 years ago that I realized people my parents’ age died. That was when my Uncle Russ died.  Now, as I write this, my uncle Melvin is in the hospital, fighting for his life, after a really horrible accident yesterday morning.

It puts my mortality into perspective, I think. I mean, I expect my grandparents and older people to die. Luckily, apart from my maternal grandfather, none of them have. But, it’s inevitable, I suppose. Having aunts and uncles and parents coming to a point where they could die as well, although not as likely, has been a bit of a shock.

The truth is after their generation is gone, who’s next? … We are.

I am.

It’s frightening.