How Death Has Helped Me Live
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Death has changed the way I think about life.
It’s not something I thought about much before my mom’s passing in December 2015. I’d lost my grandfathers from both sides long before then, but they were elderly, so even though I was sad, it was a natural and expected thing (my mom’s dad was 90 and my dad’s was 79), and one of my Dad’s sisters (she was young-ish, but I didn’t know her well, so, that didn’t overly…