Death scares me. The thought of being here, breathing, living, laughing, loving, existing one day, and poof being gone the next terrifies me. The thought of never saying I love you to someone again, feeling rain against my skin, or eating Popeye's chicken at midnight scares me. And, I don’t think it’s the fact that when you die you lose all sense of what it means to be on earth; I think it’s scary because of what you’re leaving behind. The people, the places you’ve been, the