Feeling morbid

The husband had a death in his family last week (from Him we come, to Him we return). His step-grandfather passed away on Thurs and we were all taken aback by the sudden turn of events. What started out as the usual fever and sore throat developed into a suspected tumour in the throat that led to his kidneys failing and blood clots. He was hospitalised for three days before he passed on, while asleep. I think to die when one is asleep is probably the most peaceful way to go.

The husband and I, the morbid people that we are, do talk about death. Our deaths, to be precise. What if we both died at the same time, what would happen to the kids? Who would take care of them? The kids would be financially secure, but we want to make sure that they would be loved. We have some names in mind and we ended up wanting to think about this a bit more, before asking the people we think would be best for us to trust our kids with. We also talked about how we would raise the kids on our own, should one of us die. I think that's easier to handle than if we both died.

It's not helping that I am listening to M. Nasir's sad songs ... *sniffles*.