So today, my last grandparent died of lymphoma at 87, in his sleep. Despite his few faults he was for the most part a great man and the world is lesser without him. Today marks the first time in my life without any living grandparents. I fucking hate change, and death. It's comforting to know when we go we stop existing but it's also still frightening as well. Despite the pain I feel now I like existing. Maybe when (if) I get to his age I'll have endured enough of it to finally be ready as well. Maybe when (if) I make it to that age assisted suicide laws will be sane to where he could have just checked out when he wanted to. Maybe when (if) I make it to that age we'll have the singularity in place; However that scares me too as I'll have to share eternity with all you assholes
I don't know what else to say so I guess I'll end this here.