In my family death isn't something to common, because I come from a small family. As a child I always asked questions about life and death, I had a weird fascination about why we die what happens when we die. At first I was scared because if I died I’d miss my family and "never see them again", but as I got older I questions if that's true or false, what if when we die we do go to some happy spiritual world, and can see our families again, but one thing I accepted was that we all will die someday. As I started to accept that fact I became less scared of death. My family never scared me about death or hid the topic of death, and they didn't give me their ideas of what they think happens, they tell me what happens from a living stand point. Such as how they're remembered, how they're bodies are buried or cremated, but they always say I’m not sure what happens when someone dies, but who knows we'll find out someday.
My mother and I don't talk about death as much as I did and sometimes do with my grandmother and grandaunts. My mother and I don't talk about it not because it scares us, but when we did it was basically an I’m not sure why" conversation, but she said everyone's life is different, we all have different experiences, so someone's death may not be the same as someone else even if the end result is death.
The other reason my mother does not think about death so much is because there’s only been two deaths in my family which was my great grandfather and great grandmother, my mom was more affected by my great grandmothers death because she was closer to her, but not my great grandfathers because they rarely saw each other. And I haven’t witnessed any yet, which I haven’t been affected by a death, and it’s been a while for my mother so we’re neutral.
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