I’ve often enough thought about that, for some reason. On the one hand, I imagine it being hard to handle, shocking, somehow unreal. I would miss the mementos the most– family photos, etc. On the other hand, I feel as though we could muddle through the self-pity and heartache with the help of family and friends, and we’d be OK, especially if it was an insurable loss. If for some reason it wasn’t, or it’s because the country has descended into civil war or been attacked by external threats, then it becomes something different.
Wow, I wasn’t thinking this would conclude by going there.
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