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It's tough. But, cherish the good times, my friend. That's how I dealt with deaths of loved ones.

Sorry for your losses. I’ve lost a sibling, friends, grandparents..I’ve yet to lose my parents..and I definitely dread that..but I believe in the cycle of life..and that death is simply another step.
Embrace all of the moments you can. There are days that I really get down, but I keep trying to remember that every day is a gift. And even more so with those you love.
I wish you the best. Keep making connections with people and trying to stay in the moment.

synthplayer,

All I can say is treasure your friends and family.

All too well I know how you feel.

I've had a really rough year this year. I just lost one of my best friends to pancreatic cancer.
Watching him deteriorate was very difficult. Just went through yet another father's day without my father after 30 years of him being gone and I was so young. I get death is a part of life, but it sucks.

Yeah, it sucks. Men in my career field last, on average, five to seven years after retirement, which is at age 50. (Or so I have been told.) I'm retired 17 years now, and had to stop going to funerals. The suicides are the worst.

Was my first fatherless father's day.

Aunts & uncles with cancer, dementia, & alz....

Should prolly buy another suit.

THE TIME IS NOW

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow.
Love me now
While I am living.
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiseled in marble.
Sweet words on on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me,
Please tell me now.
If you wait until I am sleeping,
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us
And I won't hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it.


Author Unknown

I called my father weekly. The last thing I said was that I loved him. One day he passed. I found some comfort was the last thing I said was that I loved him.

Years and years ago, a freind said, “Just because you get older doesn’t mean your friends get older with you.”

This is way too true.

At 66 years old, I am stricken by the randomness of death. I have too many deaths in my circle and church. The poem For Whom The Bell Tolls helps me.
For Whom the Bell Tolls
by
John Donne




No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.