It's weird -- the older I get, the more I'm becoming like that. I guess I'm getting to the point where I'm realizing that death is a fact of life.

My best friend died recently. I met her when I was 4 yrs old, and I'll be 64 soon, so we'd been together for almost 60 years!! She and I had been inseparable, and talked constantly. While it totally upset me, I didn't fall apart like I thought I would. I think that I realized that I'll probably be joining her in a few years along with joining my husband, parents, sister, etc.

In my younger years, death scared the daylights out of me, but today -- no. I've gained faith and believe that there IS life after death, so I'm not afraid anymore. So I just don't get emotional anymore at deaths of loved ones.

I guess it comes with age. But maybe that's just me. Hugs, Lee