Momsie texted me before scooting, saying she left a note in my drawer. Came home thinking she prolly wrote sweet mushy stuffz but I was greeted with two keys and an post-it note instead.
"Nat,
In case of emergency:
- Silver key to safe..
- Black key to drawer...will and document inside
- Insurance policy in...
- Love you and take care of Amelia.
< 3 Mummy."
In that instance it felt like my heart sank to the bottoms of the deepest ocean. It brought back vivid memories of my parents' accident so many yrs ago and how we almost lost them. Dealing with death is a given no doubt, but I'm pretty certain I'm not ready for that. Recent saga over the missing MH370 doesn't make it any easier for an overly imaginative mind like mine. I'm terrible at putting my thoughts into words so I keep to myself most of the time, as much as I know it frustrates ppl and how emotionally and mentally unhealthy it could possibly be. Before its too late to regret, I don't ever want to stop remembering how much my parents mean to me.
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| So qt how puny to look beside the giant duo. |
