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It's odd...
Usually when personalities you knew from childhood die, it's one of those things that's supposed to remind you of your own mortality. Yet all the death of familiar names in the last few years hasn't really done that. I've always been aware of my own mortality, I think, and comfortable with the idea that I'm going to die someday.
Instead, what I'm learning from this is that later adulthood is going to suck in a lot of ways because all these people I know will be passing away left and right. It isn't my own death that bothers me, but knowing that I'll be grieving near-constantly the older I get.
Usually when personalities you knew from childhood die, it's one of those things that's supposed to remind you of your own mortality. Yet all the death of familiar names in the last few years hasn't really done that. I've always been aware of my own mortality, I think, and comfortable with the idea that I'm going to die someday.
Instead, what I'm learning from this is that later adulthood is going to suck in a lot of ways because all these people I know will be passing away left and right. It isn't my own death that bothers me, but knowing that I'll be grieving near-constantly the older I get.
