If I had to drop dead in the near future, I wonder how my family would function. At first, I used to think rather well - my mother's efficiency would over ride any grief they might feel - but now, I'm not so sure. I think, if I had to die, they would feel the pinch (at the very least). My reasoning is simple: they would no longer have any one around to take care of the unreasonable details that they prize so much...contrary to popular belief, the magic blue pixies do not take care of any of it.
I don't know if it's my sleep deprivation typing this all up - or if this is really how I feel - but, right now, I'm kinda really fed up. I'd like to bury myself in a little hole and hibernate for a while, let them go a little crazy without me, and then come back out - and it will be awesome: like Groundhog Day!
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