I'm not scared of growing old, but I am. I have five brothers and dread that age when the first one of use dies.
I always wondered who it would be, which one? I can't bare the thought of it. I can't lose them.
But I never thought that today would be the day that we bury the first one of us. Not this young. Not with a full life ahead. It's hard. And unbelievable. How do you change your life now? Because nothing will ever be the same again.
The thing that I want to say is that enjoy your time and please do not take things for granted. I never did, but I still have regrets. You may fight with family, but at the end of the day, they are your