At 83, death is a constant. 'How can we integrate these losses and still feel grounded?'

For years, when I'd check in on my parents and ask what they were up to, they'd have to cut the phone call short."We're on our way to the funeral home," my mother or father would say."Who died?" I'd ask, not admitting how depressing it sounded to hear that trips to the mortuary had become their primary social activity.

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