death seems to be all around me. how is it that i've been able to pick up all the pieces and live with it when some others can't handle anything. when will i reach that point of devastation? with my fathers, grandmothers, best friends dad, other best friends mom, many classmates parents, and now hearing my grandfather has decided to accept death, to give up, to discontinue his chemotherapy treatments and is currently lying in a hospital bed in the ICU in brazil? i think ive reached that point. My chest feels hollow.