Firstly, thank you for translating. Makes responding much easier.
Sorry you're so good at death. It isn't a title I ever imagined claiming. Like burying your father, I'm sure you understand, burying my mother was immediate acceptance to a fraternity I never wanted to be a member of—Sons Without Mothers. Burying friends, grandparents, dogs, uncles, is tough but after mom I can swim with sharks without fear. Nothing can hurt me anymore.
I'm rambling..... It doesn't warn you either. There's no pledge, no initiation, no looking for a different one, it just takes you and then you're a member whether you like it or not. Rambling.
I read about your husband. Really sorry that happened. And the brother in law, how did he die?
Thank you for keeping an eye on me. God bless you MbDonzella.
Sincerely,
Death Extraordinaire
Oh yes, it is not a title to feel extraordinary. We will all live through it, some with stronger pains than others, like the loss of your mother (who was still so young).
But we go on, it will be so that through what we lived others can say today yes, I better take the opportunity to call, to go and hug, to go and say I love you, I admire you, to say thank you to someone or to go and forgive.