Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

Why worry about death?

THURSDAY, July 8 – I’ve never been a hypochondriac, but once in a great while I feel one of those terrifying physical symptoms that suggest my last moment has come. This morning under the shower I suddenly felt queasy and wondered what it would be like to suddenly collapse.

At times like that your imagination starts running away with you. Within seconds you see yourself already cremated and the children in good hands, while life – no doubt mildly traumatized – continues as usual. So, why worry?

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