Death is played with so artfully in movies and television programs– like my latest obsession: True Blood. But when something hits rather close to home, I’m stunned and don’t know what to think or how to react. I work at a bookstore, and a manager at another store got killed crossing the street the other day. I don’t know this fellow, and I don’t know anyone who does, but it feels oddly close to me. Tomorrow I’m going to work at that store so the workers there can go to his funeral.
I’ve always had a strange relationship with death. As a teenager I was emotionally suicidal. Now I’m terrified, scared. I might completely lose my cool if somebody I knew died. And no one I know is safe: it is a fate that will befall us all.
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