When my Grandmother, or Grandê as we called her, passed, I said "We all run a race, she just finished her race early." She didn't fear death, because she knew that she lived life to the fullest. Grandê was deeply religious. She knew that she would pass over to the afterlife, whatever that might be.

I believe that there is an afterlife. I'm not pushing that on you. However, if you also live your life to the fullest every day, like I do, how can you fear death? Everyone has one life to live, as most people believe. So if you die, and your life ends, can you say you finished your race?

I can say that I have. I'm in college trying to better myself, majoring in computer forensics. I'm a Student Senator at my college, and a member of multiple clubs. But, I'm also human; I make mistakes. I'm not perfect. I'm on the Autistic Spectrum, with very high functioning Autism, which many people who meet me can't tell. I also have General Anxiety Disorder and Depression.

I don't mean this article to be clickbait. I just want to inform people that death is a natural occurrence. It happens daily, and death can be hard for anyone. With Grandê's passing, I didn't cry until months layer. I don't know why this was the case; it could be because we knew that it was coming, or because I knew somewhere in my subconscious, that she would make it to whatever afterlife there is.

I don't fear death. I fear an un-lived life. A life where I haven't done what I want to. I fear not finding the love of my life. I fear not getting to do what I want with my life, like getting my dream job, having kids, and living in a house with a big backyard so my kids can have a dog. I hope to make a groundbreaking change in the forensics field. I can only hope that I am able to do this. If not, I wasn't meant to be.