So, last night I was lying in bed and suddenly I started thinking about my dad. My dad has nueropathy really bad and is only 50 years old. I fear that he's depressed all the time. I started to think about what would happen if he died. I started crying like crazy because my imagination of the event was so vivid! I envisioned being at his funeral with all our family and I asked myself how I could ever be in his house again where he once was. It was the weirdest thing. I finally just woke my hubby up and told him about all these thoughts so I could get them out of my head. Does anyone else do this? I feel like I'm heinously morbid for even thinking about it!
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