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  •  when my father died, age about 37, ca. 1959, on (3+ / 0-)
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    the bleeding edge of the post-Korea heart-attack tsunami of the 60's, my youngest aunt put off a years-planned move, because his (completely unexpected) death hit my grandmother so hard. (Family GP had done a work insurance physical on him like a week before, apologized heart-broken to my Mom that he had NOT done any kind of arteriosclerosis or heart monitoring testing on him during that physical, "not on a man his age". The info from the Korean vets, kids younger than the WWII vets that Daddy was, with terrible cholesterol & occluded arteries & advanced heart disease, was just starting to be published.)

    Scared J silly, she said, grandma pretty much took to her bed for a year, apparently. Grandma B was an amazing woman, tiny, psychotically hard-working farm wife, and young, she would have been about 58, and she just went zombie, I guess. I was 12 and 300 miles away so never knew anything about it.

    She recovered eventually, I don't remember noticing much difference "before" and "after", but I was (and remain) pretty oblivious. I sometimes think that I have been living ever since in a state of "waiting for the other shoe to drop". Current life is interesting and I have those I love and who love me, but I'm sort of always feeling that something terrible could happen any second, and I won't really be surprised if it does, since there's nothing I could do to prevent or affect some disaster.

    "real" work : a job where you wash your hands BEFORE you use the bathroom...

    by chimene on Tue Apr 09, 2013 at 02:15:30 PM PDT

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