Death

 I have been up since 5:35 AM  Friday morning and currently it is 3: 35 AM on a Saturday and I am still awake. I haven't fully rested from a long day at work due to the fact that my godmother isn't doing very well. This is actually the first time I blog about something that's not in the comfort of my own room.

She seems to be doing fine, although.. not to think in a negative way.. I don't know how much longer her body is going to take living through another day. I don't even know If I can handle another death in my life. I was walking past the hospital hallways.. and I saw an old man.. who literally looks like he's gasping for his last breath of air. Nobody was around him.. he was all alone. I felt like crying....

I mean...that would be my worst fear.. to die alone and old and nobody around to love me or mourn me.
It's a scary thought... I don't know.. I hope  I have someone who can take care of me when I am old.

Anyways, the worst part about this whole scenario is that it brings a lot of memories of when my father was here...it's like it reliving hell all over again.