gonna be driving a day, prolly thru snow soon, to go up to my uncles funeral ... My dad was one of five brothers, there will now only be one, one uncle left. My acceptance of death as a part of life, bookends with birth... Comes off as cold and callous to some. It was my own father's death which I think was the turning point. And now that I am almost the age my dad was when he died...and accept my inevitable demise at anytime it is worse. The ones (passings) that get to me are those that went thru life way to quick, died way to young. It is all relative I suppose.