
This friend of mine had a good line about her sense of mortality. She said (I’m paraphrasing):
“When both of my parents were alive, I felt like there was this ceiling over my head. But after my parents died, it was like the ceiling was gone. And there was nothing between me and the sky.”
My friend just emailed me and said this is the line:
“While the parents are alive we’re not on the top floor. But once they die we’re suddenly on the top floor and there’s no one else above us and we know we’re going to be the next to go.”