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Death is so final. As you get older, you would think that you would start getting used to the idea that people do die, but you don't. It sounds naive and childish and innocent even, but sometimes I just don't believe it really happens. It only happens to people on the news. I shake my head in despair and then turn off the TV and put it out of mind forever. Even when you don't know the person, you know who it's affecting. I know them. I always find it sad when life goes on. Tomorrow, I'll go to work. Today, my brother's monthly copy of Leaf Nation came in the mail. Yesterday, my mom took Sandi out back to play in the park after dinner. But the dead are still dead and will now only be remembered in those they knew.