yesterday as hubby and i were driving to the post office it hit me that it was exactly 1 month that my dad passed away, and the post office we were on our way to was the same one i went to with my dad the day before he died. i started tearing up, and hubby was saying all kinds of things to get my mind off of it and to cheer me up. the 2 unexpected deaths i have experienced in the last 2 yrs has me so afraid of death now. 2 yrs ago me, my mom and dad, my dads best friend and his wife all went out to eat adn then we all went back to my dads best friends house to hang out. well after a few min. of getting into the house and sitting down, my dads best friend went to the bathroom, his wife had to go back there with him b/c he was in a wheel chair and he had only 1 leg so she had to help him get on the toilet. well about 5 min. later his wife went and checked on him and all i heard was "charlie wake up" and my heart just sank, i just knew right then. with my dad he was fine the day before he died, he went with me to the post office, went back home, he worked on my aunt and uncles computer, hung out with my dad before i had to go to work, he was just fine, he seemed like he did any other day. that night he went and sat on the porch with his 2 brothers like he always did on friday nights and then left to go back home and went to bed and died. it just seems so unfair to have someone here one min. and they seem perfectly fine and then the next min. they are gone w/o warning. it just does not seem fair at all. now i have myself so angry just thinking about it.