I have this feeling like I'm going to die before I'm 30. I know, I know, morbid. But I just do. I think it explains why I've done everything so quickly - sailed the world at 19, married at 21, two degrees in 6 years, and practically had triplets. I've already told Trevor what I'd want at my funeral (yes funeral potatoes - NO expensive coffin, and at some point everyone has to watch Amelie and have a Frenchy party), and I've told him that he'd have to re-marry, because my girls need a mama.
Trev gets mad at me whenever I bring this subject up. Not like I do very often. But after experiencing two family deaths this year, I feel like as a culture we need to open up about death as an experience. I felt completely unprepared for both family deaths, and I wish I had known more what to expect.
So if I do make it to 30, and my dark prediction is completely wrong, I'm going to celebrate with black balloons and cake.