Not to get morbid or anything but death has been a topic on my mind for obvious (at least to my regular readers) reasons. I’ve not written about it. Last night I came across this post by Leila, one of my very new blog friends. I met her blog in November (or thereabouts). It seems that we were both going through similar situations, medically speaking, this spring, even though we didn’t know about the other one’s situation. In any case, she is wise beyond her years and on the topic of death, she had some very wise things to say. I hope you enjoy them.
When I was five, my Titi Mary (my grandmother’s eldest sister) passed away. It was sudden and she was quite young. If I remember correctly, she had a heart attack. I had met her only once, though, so my ability to mourn was slim at best. This was the first death in my family that I was aware of. My grandmother and grandfather went to the funeral in Puerto Rico. I can’t say with certainty that mother went as well, but I assume she did. They were close.
With age, my understanding of death (or lack thereof) grew as those around me, friends and family, passed.
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