"No, there have been four deaths," my mom's husband corrected me. "Your cousin's mom died yesterday." Talk about a grim way to start off the New Year. The man who lived across the street from my mom, the elderly lady my mom cared for years ago, my brother's friend's wife -- she was only 32, four years younger than I am -- and now my aunt. How is that for the first week of 2015?
The interesting thing about death is that if we're not "old" or in poor health, it isn't something that is at the forefront of our mind. Meaning, we think we have plenty of time. It's this false sense of time that keeps us in jobs we're unhappy with for a decade or in passionless relationships or fr...
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