Then yesterday, our vet told us Elsie had lost a lot of weight since our last visit and insinuated that at her age she could die at any time. After our appointment, a wailing cat was brought in, with the owner leaving without the cat not too long after; with tears, he talked to himself about how he just had to surrender. We left and saw my uncle in the hospital; he had a stroke. Whenever my mom watches a movie with death or parents, she thinks of her own parents and gets emotional; as she puts it, our family has become traumatized.
For me, it’s multiple layers of stuff that are always with me, with other problems and metaphorical deaths that continue to occur with connections in my life. It just keeps coming.