And for some reason 2016 is starting off with the expected deaths of a lot of people I somehow knew...
David Bowie, Edgar Mitchell, Glenn Frey, Alan Rickman, George Jonas. All older than me, but culturally relevant. To me.
People have been dying forever, there's nothing new there, but these people, they are intruding upon my generation, they're the people I know, and they're the scouts preparing me for my time...
Every new death where I know the participant, it's a bit the death of me, and I prepare accordingly. I now understand what the last generation was feeling when they were witness to the deaths of Frank Sinatra, George Burns, Etc, it's not so much their loss as the realization that this death, this mortality, is but a foreshadowing of their own...