I went to have an endoscopy today and while I was laying on the gurney after being prepped by the nurse and waiting to be put under the anesthetic, I was secretly hoping that I wouldn't wake up from the anesthestic. As I was waiting, all I could think about was how I want to be with my dad. Ever since my dad passed away I suddenly lost my fear of death or maybe it's the process of death that I no longer fear. Thanks for allowing me to get this off my mind.
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