I’d been doing that a lot lately: imagining hypothetical scenarios and what-ifs consisting of the worst possible situations. What will I do the moment Dad dies? What will I do when I miss him, when I have a question only he can answer? What will I do at his funeral, when I watch them lower his body into the earth and I know I will never see his face again? I’d walk myself through each god-awful hypothetical in what was a (perhaps weird) morbid attempt at mentally preparing myself, just in case. Just in case. Maybe the mental preparation had worked, after all.
