Morbid

I don't know why this thought struck me when it did, or why it struck me at all. I'd rather it hadn't. As I was closing my laptop before turning in for the night, it struck me. Someday, my mother will die and I'll have to go to her funeral.

I've always known that, of course. It's the first time I've believed it, though, and I'm really rather upset right now.