Death and I didn’t interact very much when I was young. My association with loss was limited to an occasional goldfish or a family pet, or the horrific run-in between our dog and the recently hatched baby chick I brought home from school. As I got older, I encountered death more often – an unfamiliar relative, or neighbor. Then, it began to become more personal: A friend, an extended family member, or a grandparent. It wasnâ€...
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