I have had a lot of death around me over the past few years. A couple of suicides. Some died by what my friend called ‘acceptable suicide’ : alcohol. I raced cars with Micheal, and started a non profit in his memory along with my stepdads memory. Who both killed themselves, and loved cars. I started Outreach For The Finishline for people, like myself, who have PTSD to get into a flow state. To work on cars, or race them.
Another post from reddit that I ran across, 6 years or so ago, about death and it has stuck with me ever sense. it’s a great read and worth your time:
Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.