I often wonder what elderly people feel when they think about how many of their former friends and foes are gone forever, how their current friends will one day go, and how they’re at the end of their life as well

I often hear that old people accept death pretty easily and aren’t too bothered by it. I mean, I see that with my mom when she shows me old photos and points out that like half of her friends are dead casually.

But still. I’ve accepted that death is inevitable, but something about the end of other things around me make me feel more uncomfortable than the thought of eventually dying. I suppose it’s dying last and being alone is the scary part.