� Dying young � 2003-11-05 � 5:21 p.m. �

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At what point does death stop stinging? When will I hear "He died last night" or "she didn't make it" and it not burn the bottom of my stomach like acid?

I know of two men, both my age, who died a day apart last week. Two men who had full lives ahead of them and a world of people who need them...

I am just glad, now, that I live so far away. Glad that the miles between here and there can distance my heart and distance my brain.

Maybe someday those words won't hurt me.

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