On a completely un-related note, I spent a good bit of last evening pondering some of the assumptions that are made in life. The first one that came to mind is the big assumption that those around us will always be around us. Of course, given the date, this is a perfectly reasonable thing to ponder, right?
Growing up, most people are fairly secure in their own mortality. But the thoughts of everyone around them being far away, in any direction, is something most just aren't willing to ponder. (Unless, of course, you count the school bully and your older sister, neither of which fit into this particular equation.) I think the age at which you lose a family member has a lot to do with this, too. For some, a Grandparent may pass early in life, getting the concept through early. With myself, there was the occasional cousin or Great-Uncle who passed away, so I got an early understanding of mortality. But my family? The ones who lived in my house, or up the street, that I saw on a near-daily basis? THEY were immortal. After all, where could they possibly go?
Even after Grampa V passed away 10 years ago (Has it been that long?) it didn't settle in, as in the back of my mind, he's always just down in the basement watching TV while the rest of us eat, same as always. I'm just not expecting him to come up those stairs anytime soon. But I saw Gramma daily. I talked to her about things that I couldn't talk to anyone else about (Though there are VERY many things I couldn't talk to her about.) and she understood me in a rather unique way.
It's one of the things that worries me so much about Dr.D... She's willing to give up having her immortals around her to be around me. Given how wonderful her family is, I'm not so sure that's a fair trade. But one I'm very glad she's willing to make.