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Mind Candy

Death is one of those things that never seemed to phase me the way it did others, not just for my age but among people in general. I used to wonder why it was so bad, or if maybe I was missing something because I didn’t weep openly and go into a state of shock as I had seen others do. I wondered what that said about me, what kind of person I was, and if somehow I was flawed.

The first time I came face to face with death I was eight and visiting my grandparents. Grandpa was one of those people that always complained about his health but somehow seemed to be immortal to me. I spent the afternoon sitting on his lap with the television tuned into the Red Sox game, volume off, and each of us with our little transistor radios with a single earpiece nestled…

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