Talk:A Chat with Death/@comment-38544901-20200123144521/@comment-36672055-20200202030919

A lot of people think it's the crash scenes that are what inspired me to write this. The truth is, there was nothing to do with a crash with the original event. By stepdad was a smoker, but I was really close to him - still am. About a year ago, he passed out. We took him to the hospital. At the time, I was sick with influenza. My stepdad had severe pnuemonia caused by some sort of outside sickness and made worse by him being a smoker. I had given him the flu, which had almost killed him. I went into an extreme state of depression. Those emotions - The fear, dread, and sorrow, the panic, how desperite I was to seek refuge from my own feeling, is what I put into this story. The vortex of grief.

But my stepdad made it out. It's been a year since the incident, and although he's still recovering, he's sitting next to me right now, as I type this comment, alive and well.