Dee's Blog Bit

You hear about people dying all the time.  You say "sorry" to their family, and get on with your life.

So what happens when it's you who's dying?  What do you say to your family?  "Sorry" doesn't really seem to cut it.
What do you say to yourself?  How are you suppose to feel and act? 
How are you supposed to get your head around your own death?

I'm not scared of dying.  But I am scared of leaving behind the people I love.  I'm scared to death (excuse the pun) of leaving James.
I've had my share of 'mild' depression in my time.  Sometimes I wouldn't have much cared if I'd died.  So why now I like my life.  In fact, I love my life.  Why not when I hated my life?  Why did whatever/whoever decides who's going to live, and who's going to die, decide they were going to drop this on me now?
What kind of a screwed up world is this?

I hear people talking about their problems.  How they hate Monday mornings.  They hate their job.  They don't get paid enough.  Boyfriend troubles.  Girlfriend troubles.  Car troubles.  Blocked toilets.
And while I know everyone has their own problems to worry about, I wish they'd see the good things in their lives.  I'd trade them for any or all of those troubles.