When I was a little girl, I remember having an immense fear of death. My only recollection of any awareness or introduction to death was through church and the death of my grandfather, who died when I was age six. I adored him. I was not allowed to see him in the funeral home or attend the funeral service. That was incredibly saddening and frustrating to me. I vividly remember that.

I would often ask my mother, “What happens when we die? Will you know me, will I know you, will we recognize each other?” She had the most incredible answer. She would say, “I don’t know exactly what it will be like, but I know however it is, it will be right.” I believed her and it soothed me. I believe if you asked adults today what their number one fear in life is, they would say death. Would it be their own death or the death of someone they loved deeply? Maybe both.

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