Someone I used to work with died of cancer a week or two ago. She wasn't old; she was fifty. I wasn't surprised. She has had cancer for a while.
People seem to hate the idea of dying. I don't. I don't even care about it. I don't get scared in almost accidents, for example. Death seems normal. It seems like it might even be nice to cease to exist.
I don't believe in Gods or after-lives. I am an atheist. I assume death is stopping and becoming meat, like a cow.
I am sad. I miss people who die. I worry that my children could die before me and that the longing to see them again would be unbearable. I fear losing them. I would do anything to stop that from happening.
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