“Live each day like it’s your last, and eventually, you’ll be right.”
Empty chairs at the table.
Once filled with voices of children and forks clinking.
No more fights over who will do the dishes.
Odd to miss that.
It’s mortality, lately.
Not afraid, just wanting to make the most of what’s left.
Pretty self explanatory. Eventually we all become aware of our mortality.
It’s not such a bad thing if it makes you appreciate what you have.