No
matter what efforts we make, no matter how wise or earnest they be, I think
that those of us
with First World problems, where so much birth and illness and
death is politely removed from our sight,
can in reality not fathom the
possibility
of our own death.
Except when death comes to somebody
we know, or know
of.
And in particular, when death comes to somebody
just ever so slightly younger
than us.
As if somehow, there was,
right there,
a close call.
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