Death has been such a recurring thing around me for the past few months. So many people I know have had grandmothers/grandfathers/other family members pass away. I myself lost a grandmother. It's terrible.

I suppose death is also a part of growing up. Maybe this is life telling you that you're strong enough to handle the situation. I don't think I ever will be. I can't. I can't see loved ones go. I just can't. I refuse to accept that idea. But every time a person dies, a part of you dies too. Where's the growing up in that?

But I guess what I can at least count on is the fact that I'm not going through this alone. It's something everyone experiences. And that in itself brings everyone even closer together.