Death

During the summer, my sister was 2 months pregnant until she got into a car accident and had a miscarriage. At that time, I did not build any connection to the baby yet so I was not deeply affected by the situation. Nor was my sister. Well I can't say accurately how she felt. She was calm when I sat next to her in the hospital, but who really knows if that was a front or not. But two nights ago, I had a dream that my sister was going into labor. I realized how scared I was if she had a miscarriage. So I cried, the fear was overwhelming.

Honestly, I thought a lot about death. As much as I don't want to imagine and place this reality onto anyone, but as you grow older, you just start thinking about what might happen.
What if I lose one of my family members. My answer is I would be devastated and I think I would be in denial. I would. I know people grow old and eventually they will die, but it is something that is so difficult to accept. I can't envision that one day in the future, there will no longer be a complete Eleven. Not that I think about these stuff a lot but then the dream makes me revisit these thoughts.