And...deaths of people I have met. One good death, one bad one.
A former neighbor...from 50+ years ago. The husband and I reconnected via the interwebz and his wife called me (from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada) and we chatted like olden times. Unexpected death. In his youth, NOTHING slowed him down. Very Irish Catholic with babies born annually...until he had testicular cancer. That's why there's a TWO YEAR GAP between babies #3 and 4...lol.
The other death was long overdue. My nephew's MIL, poor, poor thing, had ALS. They just wouldn't let her go...she's been bedridden, unable to communicate or eat, or move or breathe on her own for several years. I don't know what prompted it, but they administered morphine and finally unplugged her and she died at 7:00 this morning. Nephew's wife is a disaster, but their son...grandson of the deceased...said, "I feel like grandma died a few years ago and my mom and grandpa just figured it out."
I told MiniSue that if she plugged me in with something like ALS, I'd figure out a way to take her with me. That is, to me, WAY scarier than the thought of dying.