What was once a distant obsession is now an ongoing concern. My life simply has more death in it. My father is dead. I’ve had friends die, and an actuary would assert a few others are queuing up for the transition.110 I now have two small children, which means I live in a perpetual state of fear that something terrible will happen to them, to the point where I won’t watch a documentary if I know it involves the death of a child (despite my embarrassment over how cliché and preposterous that must sound to any childless person, including myself at the age of thirty-three).
