I feel so uneasy since there has been so much news about so many famous people dying, and the girl across the street died. She was in her thirties. A friendly neighborhood drug dealer sold her some morphine patches and she used them and took other stuff and it killed her. Knowing someone personally who died makes the news on TV much more real. And being old and my wife even older and sickly, well, it's kind of scary to say the least. Makes me feel like that little rabbit knowing the big Reaper could come for me any time.