We were hanging at the Tree house tonight and the subject of death came up.  Or, rather, the ways in which we have imagined we might die.  Like how a fisherman might instinctively know he will drown someday or a person who drives a particular road regularly will be able to imagine their death on that road.  That sort of thing. 

I don’t have a strong feeling about how I might die, but I’ve always known I will not die in a car accident.  I have had a recurring dream since childhood of being pushed off a cliff (and had never even seen a cliff until four years ago in Rhode Island) and I have recently developed a mild fear of being so far out on the ocean that land isn’t visible, so either of those could be the possible end of me (or perhaps I’ll be pushed from a cliff into the ocean, hmm?), but I just know I won’t die in a car accident.  I guess that doesn’t really do much for me in terms of prolonging my life, but it’s a comforting thought when driving on Virginia highways.

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