When I was a very young child, I had an irrational fear of Mama (my grandmother and guardian) passing away. So much so, that I would creep into her bedroom early in the morning, to check whether she was still alive. This rather morbid behaviour resulted in Mama giving me some sound advice. She sat me down and asked me whether I would forfeit our good times together, so as to avoid the pain of us being parted when she died in years to come. I gave it some thought and answered that I'd prefer our time together. We hugged, she assured me that she would not be dieing for some time, but that when she did die, I should remember all the good times that we had had. That was over thirty years ago. Mama
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