Mortality

My great-grandmother passed away today. She passed peacefully in her sleep. It was around 8.40am.

I didn't really know her that well. She slipped into her third stroke before I was old enough to be conscious about anything around me. What I did know, was that she was someone in my life who, when she was coherent, stayed with me and made a difference in my life.

I start asking questions about my own mortality.

Will I be loved, will I be remembered?

Will I fade into oblivion when I stop breathing?

I can't answer these questions. The best I can do now, is to answer them for my great grandmother.