Some of the creatures from my family read this one day, back in 1998, and wrote to me, telling me I was wrong on all accounts... but that's how they are. So if you are a member of my family, perhaps you just shouldn't read this. I take no responsability for family members becoming mentally distressed from reading this.

Let's see.. I think the first death I recall occuring in a human related to me would have been my great grandmother on my mother's side. I was three years old at the time, but remember it as well as I remember the layout of her house. She died in her sleep, on her rocking chair, of 'natural causes'. I don't recall if I was allowed to the entire funeral, but I vaguely recall wandering the cemetary, and possibly seeing the body.

The next one would have been my aunt, also on my mother's side, but not her sister. She suffered from headaches, apparently. One day, at supper, she complained of a strong headache, and left the table to lie on the couch. She died there on the couch, of a brain annurism(sp?). I suffer from headaches as well, though not as frequently as in my youth.

I believe my grandmother on my mother's side was next. She had been riddled with cancer since her early 20's or so. She received many years of treatment, and seemed to be in the hospital every month or so. She used to visit every month, after getting medicinal cocaine packed in her nose, go shopping with my mother, and tell my mother how she was doing. She worked magic with food, and her kitchen always smelled delicious. Her house was a vast storage of treasure and hidden power. There were ghosts in the attic, who danced with the bats there, and something dark and lonely in the basement. I can still feel it brood alone there to this day. She actually died many times, though I don't think she mentioned it much. She saw the typical 'white light and tunnel' those times, according to my mother.

She was in the hospital at Christmas, and we knew she wouldn't be coming back out alive. I held her hand the one time I was in there. I just wanted to be with her, but the fearful others urged me to tell her platitudes, and urged as if she were a child that couldn't hear them. I talked at her, as she looked up at me, of a school dance, and other drivel. She talked several times, though not when I was there, of a train coming to get her, or of being on a train that she couldn't get off of. She died on boxing day, as I ate left-over turkey and gravy. When I became a vegetarian, I decided that I would still eat turkey and gravy. Perhaps there is a connection, perhaps not. I miss her the most of all.

The next would then be another aunt's twins. That would be my father's side. She had been pregnant with her first children, twin boys. Unfortunately, they didn't survive more than a few days. I forget what their names were. I never saw them, but supposedly there exist pictures of them from when they were born.

My great grandfather on my father's side was next. He had many children, and his house always seemed to have some relative or another visiting. He also died of a brain annurism.

The latest that I know of was my great grandmother on my father's side, the previous one's wife. I don't know if it was 'natural causes' or not. I am too seperate from that family now.

That's about it. There were people related more distantly that died, but I don't know who they were, so they aren't here.