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My life has rarely been touched by death. My great grandmother died when i was 8. I bawled my eyes out at her funeral and I barely knew her. My paternal grandmother died when I was in my early 20's, and I hated going to the funeral. I didn't know her very well either. Sometimes when I'm driving, I'll see the horrific aftermath of an auto accident on a highway, and when i drive by it, rubbernecking, seeing a crushed car with lights flashing and knowing people just died, I get extremely affected, pondering what life really means when it ends quickly without notice. I don't understand death, and it rarely touches my life, but I think about it at weird times, and really, I'm inconclusive as to what it means.
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