Mortality, in her mind, was always about the existential angst of meaning. She had always imagined she would have some profound insight on the eve of her death. Or a profound realization that no profound insight existed. Both options seemed to cover the gamut of what she imagined she would feel. However, in this moment, there she was experiencing a completely different emotion. She felt like a little girl again—as if she was five-years-old, calling for her mother for help. The fear was bottomless. She cried out.
