I just lost two close relatives who were also friends today. We grew up as kids and they were about a year or two older than me. I’ve always been aware of death and accept it but when stuff like this happens, it’s a really strong reminder of how we’re all moving along in the line towards the end.
I used to be scared of death until I got tired of life. I wouldn’t want to kill myself, but when I do die, I’ll be glad the suffering is over.