Why I likely at 72 can deal with the coronavirus era better than most younger people

There is an awful thing we all have to get used to in life which is everyone you love older than you is likely going to die before you do.

So, there is this constant stream of deaths of friends and relatives that began for me when I was 8 years old with the death of my 16 year old cousin who drove a 1949 Dodge into a house and broke his neck in 1956 when I was 8. This was likely the hardest death for me to cope with because he was a peer of mine being my older cousin Bobby.

But, over time I began to get the hang of funerals and memorials that I had to go to. Part of it was that my parents were mystical Christian Ministers so my mother conducted around 300 funerals between my ages 6 and 12 years of age in Los Angeles for their church on Hope street downtown Los Angeles while we lived in Tujunga and then Glendale where we lived and I went to school. It was about 45 minutes to Hope street by freeway from Tujunga but only 20 minutes to hope street down the Glendale Freeway, Ventura Freeway and then Harbor Freeway (which might still be called the Pasadena Freeway when you get on it) (the Pasadena Freeway is the oldest Freeway here in the U.S. by the way). It was built for rich Pasadena business men to get quicker to downtown Los Angeles where their offices were in the 1930s and 1940s. 

The Pasadena Freeway turns into the Harbor Freeway after you go through the tunnels near Chavez Ravine (Dodger Stadium). I went to Dodger Stadium while it was being built by the way with my friend for a day because my friend's father was a cement worker there and we were allowed to play in the partially built Dodger stadium then.

I didn't have really rich friends much until I was in my teens mostly. But, my richest friends encouraged me to go to college and were interested in things like philosophy and jokes which both helped me a lot and took me out of the more blue collar ways of thinking then.