I had been exposed to death a lot as a kid. I don’t think my parents tried to hide it from me one bit. The first loved one that I remember dying was my Great-Grandpa Dixon. He died when I was 4 years old, and my parents didn’t try to soften the blow. They just came right out and said it.
“Grandpa Dixon passed away this morning.”
Even at 4 years old, I knew what that meant. Read more here at my new blog. Please subscribe here to get all of my new posts at Substack.