I learned about death by accidentally killing a fly once. Then my mimo passing away. Then almost dying from sepsis. Then a classmate dying from a hit to the head. Then having to put down a sick dog. Then seeing a neighborhood cat get hit by a car in front of me, with an eye popping out and still breathing for a while. Then getting a hearth attack. Then my mom getting cancer and finding her dead in her bed.
I’m fucking tired of learning about death, can I stop now? please…?
It’s a good opportunity to teach little Timmy a life lesson about death without buying him a pet first.
My cheap ass dad brought home some roadkill for that purpose. ะเ
You can teach kids about death without having to use a thing they care about. Though if my kids didn’t care about the rat, you’re spot on.
And points for being able to talk about your trauma like that.
I learned about death by accidentally killing a fly once. Then my mimo passing away. Then almost dying from sepsis. Then a classmate dying from a hit to the head. Then having to put down a sick dog. Then seeing a neighborhood cat get hit by a car in front of me, with an eye popping out and still breathing for a while. Then getting a hearth attack. Then my mom getting cancer and finding her dead in her bed.
I’m fucking tired of learning about death, can I stop now? please…?