“…and still we forget how fragile life is and forget to show people we love how much we love them every moment of every day.”

Yes we do. I get what you said about viewing your own death differently once you have a child. I agree also that our experience of the death of those closest to us accelerates as we mature, and at some point it no longer feels as foreign and we can’t feel immune any more. Suicide is what I feel most anxiety about, and it doesn’t get any better thinking about that possibility. I think my own thoughts about death are slightly obsessive, and I should focus more on the possibilities of the present. Taking breaks from routine, holidays, even illness, can help provide time out and time to reflect about what’s most important to us, and what our goals might be.

I admire people who accept death philosophically. I’m sure I’m still in denial.