Although I haven’t read many posts, I wonder how many older people are posting. Well, this is me.
I knew things were different at a very early age. Death blossomed all around me, from tragic accidents to old-age illnesses. Family, friends, it didn’t matter. It soon developed into a phobia of dark places which, back in the 1960’s was something never talked about. With my brother’s tragic death and this phobia of it, dreaming of bodies raising up from their caskets, my parents never understanding how paralyzing the fear was, it’s no wonder I was 22 before I could maintain a normal life without every door in any […]