My uncle died in 1987. I unfortunately - I saw it happen before it happened, which was really, really hard because I was 16 years old and I thought, like, Well, I'm seeing this. I'm supposed to stop this. And I couldn't.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I saw a man killed in front of my eyes just before my eighth birthday.
When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.
My dad died when I was 23. His death was sudden and shocking - the result of a car crash - and I never got to say goodbye.
My dad died when he was 60. I was only 17 and I think, psychologically, that had a huge impact on me, probably more than I realised.
My mother died of cystic fibrosis before I knew her. I was two years old, and I don't remember her. I do remember, though, when it was just my father and me, before he met the woman who would become the mother who raised me, before my younger sister, Gillian. It was just the two of us, and he was my whole world.
I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.
My mom died when I was 8.
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
My mum died when I was 11.
My mother had Alzheimer's, and it's a desperately, desperately cruel thing to witness.