Death thoughts tend to get me when I’m in bed too. Sometimes I can push them back with a bit of reason (usually “it is what it is”) and sometimes it keeps me up half the night, or gives me dreams that defeat the rejuvenating purpose of sleep.

I admire your strength. I often try to imagine myself in your shoes and I’m not sure I would have handled what you’ve been through so gracefully. While I’m sorry for your loss(es), I’m really grateful to have you as a resource/confidant for the rough patches that storm my life sometimes.

I need some chocolate soy milk now.