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consisted of decisions made by others about their own lives, that played out traumatically in front of me and then, after those other people reached their own resolution for better or worse, the impact on me determined my own decisions and lack of resolution for me. Repeating, a burdensome trajectory over 68 years, perhaps in a long diminuendo like an old wound lessening but never gone.

As for the "coincidence" part and the age of the participants when they died, I don't dispute that the great ages at death are largely expected, although it happens at any age (it's mind-grabbing in every day news when a wild Rocker dies and is younger than I am).

But I'll repeat that the "coincidence" part in my specific situation sharply contrasts with the 68 years of the traumatic burden, which is my point. This is to say (repeating and repeating), I didn't just wake up this recent day and thought about these events and people out of the blue: I've thought about them every single day for 68 years. And, yeah, this recent news might have happened on any one of 24,820 days, point taken. And I'm not linking it to glee or to the illusion that the burden will be fixed, disappear by magic and completely.

I think that where I have gone awry with all this is to cast it in a flippant tone about astrology, mixing up vehicles instead of keeping them separate: Like, make up the mind whether to treat the subject seriously or not. Like, snails vs porn - uh, oh, don't want to throw things off even more.