January 3, 2010
I was seven years old when I first contemplated death. Sitting in my Aunt Gladys’ living room, I watched her while she played the piano. It was a player piano that used pre-punched scrolls of music. Gladys just had to pump the pedals. I even remember the song she was playing: “Pennies from Heaven”. Maybe the title triggered my thoughts, but I suddenly felt sad because Auntie was old and probably wouldn’t be around much longer. Then my mind took the natural leap - if Gladys will die, so will I. What a shock. I’d never felt that empty before.