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I decided not to title this posting because I am not sure where it is going or what I will be writing. I guess it's just a go with the flow posting.

I have so many thoughts now and I don't know where to start. The death of the 4 teenagers (the kids that where sitting at a red light just going to Pizza Hut to eat and were hit and killed by a drunk driver) has really been on my mind a lot lately. I just jeep thinking about those poor families. In one single moment someone irresponsible decision changed the course of many peoples lives. In case you are wondering the drunk driver lived. So ironic.

I guess I have just been thinking about how precious life is and how quickly and easily it can be taken away. We like to think that we are hardy creatures but in reality I think is some ways humans can be very delicate.

And it has brought me to thinking about my parents. Maybe the title of this post should be The Life and Times of a Paranoid Daughter. My father will be turning 60 next month, my mother is 56. I don't like to think about my parents getting older. I don't like to think about them getting frail and defendant. I am so used to them both being very independent. I very much fear either of them dying.

Now don't get me wrong, I know that they are not that old for I feel that 60 is really not that old at all. But I also feel that they are on there way to becoming old. I know it is a part of life, but it still scares me to think that I may only have 20 or so years left with my parents.

Gosh, this was so not where I meant to go with tonight's post, but here we are anyway. How morbid.

I'll give this another shot when I am in a better mood, lol