While he was the first of my parents to go, I think there's an overall sort of path to understanding that people *do* die and one day you *will* be one of them. For me, the first shocker was when Jon Erik Hexum accidentally blew his brains out. For a guy a couple years older in school than me, it was when Karl Wallendas died. For a lot of young people, it will be Steve Irwin's death. For a whole generation of high school students, it was the World Trade Center. (They also learned the lesson that *some people are really mean*.
Five years ago, I had my first experience with a close friend's death (breast cancer that was not recognized in time) and then a couple years later, another friend (and also my supervisor), and now my stepfather this year.
Just as disturbing has been seeing my mother's thinking being a little fuzzy and illogical at times. While I got used to my stepfather's similar problems, he had strokes, but with my Mom, it's just that she just isn't quite as sharp as she used to be. Not that she's senile, but I see a change in her accuity. Fortunately, that never ha--oh look! A cute bunny!
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