I worry

And often wonder, what would people remember if one of these fantastic chronic illnesses of mine actually managed to kill me tomorrow. I don’t have a significant other. My daughter is only 7. My work friends would know about the work things, but almost no one else would. Ash and Ashley would know most of the current things, but not what book I’m reading or what I’m planning to do with the plants on my counter.

Would someone look through my phone and laugh at all the TikToks I saved? It’s odd the things we leave unfinished when our bodies give out unexpectedly or the universe has decided our time has ended through an accident.