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Once upon a time I never thought much about death or dying. Now I think over its ramifications and outer meanings, if there is such a thing, and swim among the shallow masses of ferns and mosses. There amid its underbrush I see no more than anyone else around its corners or through its dense shadows. I know I don't relish death, nor do I want to be alone when I do die. As Mommy died she had her family caring for her and telling her they loved her. I cannot help but think I will be discovered dead somewhere, in the future, anywhere,alone. Mommy seemed to have it all planned. Maybe because she knew her cancer would take her life in the near future, she was able to live in a manner that would get it all together. Maybe because her children were the center of her life they were there when she needed them to help her die. She even took care of me in her dying. So here am I. So where am I? So what? Maybe I can still be discovered before I die.