Oh Wow.

Princess just came to me and told me in no uncertain terms that she has been thinking and is afraid of dying. Well, me too. I am afraid of her dying, of Peas dying, of Stinky dying, of me dying...the unthinkable all of it.

Why can't she ask about sex? I am much better prepared to discuss that than death- death is so sad. I have lost too many people- she has lost people- but why now? Why this week? Why?