We turn away from every thought of it.
We even go so far as to pretend it doesn't exist. At least we do for as long as we can.
We don't even call it by its real name.
We call it "passing over" or just plain "passing."
But whether its subconscious or not, we try not to say the word died. We try not to think of death.
Until we have to.
Until it sneaks into our life, grabbing someone from us, like a dark monster sucking away anyone who gets too close to the brink.
We know there is such a thing as death.