Death visiting your life

When I was growing up I had a lot of great-grandparents die, but they all lived in other states so I never really knew them that well.

When I was 15, one of my great-grandmothers that I knew very well died and two and a half weeks later another great-grandmother died. I lived on the same piece of property as the second and we were very close. Her death was hard to deal with. About two months later, my dad's youngest sister died of an "accidental" suicide. I felt bad for the rest of my family, but I didn't know her very well so it didn't affect me that much.

When I was 16, one of my closest friends killed himself four days after we went out on a date and two days after I turned him down for a second date. Two months later, my great-grandfather that lived back east died. I was sad because I had always wanted to meet him and had just never gotten the chance.

Every year of high school, someone died. I only knew a few, and I was only really close to the one, but it is still depressing to see such young kids dying.

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