i think about it daily, man i seen my pops go thru so much in 3-4 months, going from a being perfectly healthily to his death bed, and i sat wit him while he took his last breaths and held his hand, and just to feel his body go from warm to freezing cold is a moment i will never forget in my life
i lost my mom in 2011, i wasnt living in the same city, but i felt it hard, but it was nothin like seeing my pops( the strongest man i knew) fall so fast, dude is 51 and had turned his life around and was like my best friend at that point
as he was getting more sick i could see the fear in his eyes, and how afraid he was of what was coming, he knew me well and knew i didnt believe in a god or afterlife and i remember him crying one night while i sat up wit him and begging to rethink my feelings on it
shyt still doesnt seem real to me at all, every day i damn near waking up thinking bout dude