What will be your last thoughts?

GoodEnuff said:
You know how sometimes a strange thought pops into your head out of nowhere? Yesterday, I was thinking about my Mom who died four years ago at age 97. She loved this place and all her stuff. I think she loved it more than anything or anyone. When we cleared it out, the dumpster was filled twice and that didn't include furniture.

One thought led to another and I wonder...when she was close to death, was she thinking about her stuff? Her beloved fish trap which was used once? All of those dishes from "antique" stores, packed away in boxes and never used? Clothes that were decades old and literally falling apart? Broken furniture, all kinds of junk from garage sales?

She lived a mostly good life. A good husband, seven children, and a great career in her last 20 years of work. A pillar of the community, to which she contributed much. The last week of her life, she was alert and aware and knew the end was at hand. Was she thinking of all her precious stuff, which ended up in the land fill?

I wonder what my last thoughts will be?
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This is a very thoughtful and good post. I wonder what was going through mother's mind when she knew she wasn't coming home.

I feel like i might regret all the time and energy I put into people and trying to be kind. I often feel like it's been a waste of time.

I always wonder how things would've been if my life had turned out differently. But mostly my thoughts will be of God and going to heaven where I will always be surrounded by love.
 
I'm sure my last thoughts will be about the various experiences I've had in my life and how I may have impacted others. There will be no regrets, only fond memories. Hubs is 8 years younger, and if I go first I will be happy that he has siblings that will support him. I really do hope I go first because I have no close relatives and would be heartbroken to live without him.
 
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If I'm told that I only have a few months left on this earth I just want to get all my dear friends together and have a "Thanks for the Good Times" party. I'd book out a nice restaurant, and we'd have a fun time, (no tears) just plenty of laughs. I know my
family will find it difficult but it's my time now. I still have to get most of my affairs in order first and let the people at Senior
Forums know that I have slipped away into the sunset, and it was a pleasure to have known you all.
 
I don't have any idea what my last thoughts will be. There's always a chance I'll be so out of it I won't really notice myself going and my last thoughts will be something like "Hmmm... something doesn't feel right."

There's also a chance I won't be aware of my end coming and my last thought will be related to what I'm doing at the time that happens.

If I've been aware I am going to die soon I hope that I will have had a chance to share time with most or all of the folks who are important to me and then my last thoughts will probably be "I've lived a very fortunate life and I wish I could go on longer in good condition but that is not going to happen."

There's also a chance that the last portion of my life will not be entirely pleasant and my last thoughts will probably be something like "Finally...".

I've never been with a loved one when they died so I have no experience what that is like. I have seen a stranger die somewhat instantly when we witnessed him crashing his motorcycle in front of us. We were the first ones on the scene and after checking the people in the car he had hit I walked back to him and it was clear he wasn't breathing and was broken enough so that there was no thought of trying to revive him.
 
Trish said:
Good point. I checked with AI and the good news is that @Sunkist can safely eat all the beans she likes :)

Based on the principles of physics and atmospheric science, a "fart" (an expulsion of gas) by an angel would not cause turbulence for an airplane.

Here is why:
  • Turbulence Mechanism: Turbulence is caused by significant changes in air currents, such as wind shear, atmospheric pressure changes, or air rushing over mountain ranges. It requires massive, rapid shifts in air density or direction to disrupt the airflow over an airplane's wings.
  • Scale and Force: While an individual flatulence event releases gas, the volume, velocity, and pressure are minuscule compared to the immense, high-speed, and dense air masses moving around a 500 mph jet.
  • Energy Comparison: The energy released by an angel's fart would be completely absorbed and dissipated by the surrounding atmosphere long before it could affect the lift of an aircraft.
Even in a highly hypothetical scenarioā€”such as a "lifetime worth of farts" compressed into oneā€”the resulting force would still be negligible in terms of causing aircraft-level turbulence.
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My compliments to AI on the stinkin' thinkin' turbulence analysis, and though it may be accurate, perhaps it's missing the larger threat.
If I were flying jet engines through a cloud full of methane, perhaps my last thought would be: "What is that smell".
Although, since it is highly unlikely to be tested, I suppose it is somewhat of a Big Bang Theory.
 
Murrmurr said:
My last thought will probly be "I hope I'm doing the right thing."

@GoodEnuff - My aunt collected a lot of stuff, too, and she did seem to care more about her collections than she did her husband and kids. They resented her "treasures" so much, none of them wanted any of it after she died (her husband died several years before). They didn't try to sell any of it and didn't donate anything to Goodwill or whatever, they just rented a dumpster and tossed it all out. In fact, they made a game of who could make the loudest breaking-glass sound in one toss.

I helped them clear out her house that day, and it was sad to see. But that's on her, really. I couldn't be mad at them.
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This is what we did, mostly. Nobody wanted any of it. When the house was sold, most of the furniture was left with it. Two years later, I bought the house from those buyers and that furniture was left behind. Within a couple of weeks, I called a junk hauler and paid to have it all hauled away.
 
Many years ago, I was attacked and strangled. Just before losing consciousness, my last thought was "This is it. I'm going to die right now. Who's going to love my daughters the way I love them?" They were six and eight years old at the time. I'm still here thanks to a bystander's intervention.

Now and then I envision the assigned executor going through my things and wonder what they will think and do with them.
 
Every time I am in a plane about to take off, I take a moment to centre myself and pray a prayer of gratitude. I give thanks for the life I have been given and accept the possibility that death might come suddenly. Then I settle in to enjoying the thrill of the accelerating race down the runway followed by lift off.

I like to think that I would face dying by more natural means with the same mind set. We all die eventually and when my time comes, I hope to be well prepared for the inevitable ending. If the opportunity is given to me, I would like to have time for a final prayer of gratitude.
 
They put me on prozac after I gave birth to the third. I called the psychiatrist and said that I now wanted to end it in a whim over nothing. He didn't believe me and doubled the dose. It was listed as a side effect. So the next day I was at the side of a ditch with an overdose.

I had figured it out. As a christian you may not do that and I wanted to go to heaven, because my ex had said that he would get the kids and then my life was no use anymore and I wanted to go to my other 2 kids in heaven. I bought booze and took all the packages the psychiatrist gave me and I took one or 2 packages with booze, but I started to get sleepy and I had planned on praying the sinner's prayer before I died.

I was christian, but this was sin. Yet if I said forgive me for my sins He would have to let me into heaven and it would be too late to have to live. But I got so sleepy, so I had to hurry up. I prayed the sinner's prayer and then God said: If you take the rest of the pills and don't call for help your prayer was hypocrit and you won't go to heaven. He was there.

So I called my ex and a guy from church came search for me with his young daughter. He said it looked like they were searching for a dog who walked away lol. I felt so guilty when I was in the hospital and saw people fight for their lives.
 
GoodEnuff said:
Many years ago, I was attacked and strangled. Just before losing consciousness, my last thought was "This is it. I'm going to die right now. Who's going to love my daughters the way I love them?" They were six and eight years old at the time. I'm still here thanks to a bystander's intervention.

Now and then I envision the assigned executor going through my things and wonder what they will think and do with them.
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If you're facing imminent death when you've got little kids, no doubt your last thoughts are of them. And for practically everyone it's going to be a panicked "What's going to happen to my kids?!"


I was spending the night at my girlfriend's place; my mom had the kids for the weekend. My daughter was only 2 and the boys were like 5 and 6. The girlfriend wakes me and says she heard something downstairs...somebody walking around. When I heard it, too, I grabbed my pistol real quick and ran down the hall.

Like an idiot, I stood at the top of the stairs, wide open and naked as a jaybird, looking down at this dude who's making his way up. I had the gun out in front of me, but I had no idea if he had one, too, or if he had other guys with him, and one of them already made it up there and was standing behind my dumb naked arse. Worse, my girlfriend had a night-light in that hallway. I was lit. The creeper was barely visible.

Now, after all that flashed through my head, my next thought was whether or not I could shoot this clown now, or if I had to wait for him to take one more step...but my last thought, right after thinking I could be dead in a second and before yelling "Get the f*** outa here!" so loud it rattled the windows, my last thought was with my kids. I'd put myself in a stupid, vulnerable, realistically deadly position that could have left them without their Daddy.

Fortunately, the dude ran. In fact, I've never seen anyone move so fast; this was some Gold Metal running. But I kid you not, I practiced what I should have done every night for like a solid month.

And I just realized, I didn't think of my girlfriend once during that whole event. :ROFLMAO:
 
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