Why am I still here?
I'm 77 and I live with my Uncle and his family in a house I helped buy for them. Every single person who ever loved me conditionally has died. every good friend whom I loved like a brother has died. When a good friend of mine passed away when I was 0 years old I thought I would never hurt like that again.
Boy was I ever wrong. Another good friend died a couple of years ago and I haven't gotten over it yet. When I was 2 a good friend had a heart attack and died. This means ever single one of them is gone.
I sit here pretty much alone. I fell through the cracks as my one and only marriage failed.
Why am I still here. The doctor said my blood pressure was perfect. So why does everyone else have to go? Leave me here to mourn?
Some people are just doomed to be the last ones out the door.
Use you time to enjoy and let the death come when he feels ok!
Same.