Does Anyone Think about Death?

Oslooskar and Pepper...I am not so sure! If one is lucky enough to have a sudden death, I agree with your comments.

But, if one is having a lingering death, where you go through a period or awareness maybe drifting in and out, but still aware. It is likely, if you are dying, that you will be in pain that has to be managed. If you are drifting in and out and are in pain, your medical people have the ability to manage your pain, but that limits or even negates your awareness. That to me is problematic! If I am dying and in pain, depending on the level of pain, I think I would not want to be made unconscious especially if family are with me.

This of course is something you need to make family and doctors aware off, don't just let them knock you out, unless that is your preference...of course in some cases doctors have to be careful when managing pain with medication, as it can speed up death and that is against a physician's legal authority and professional ethics. Although, I believe many times they do what is best for the patient...in these end of life, situations...
 
This sort of relates to some that has been posted here.....
My Mother in Law (WONDERFUL person), had vascular dementia and then a series of strokes that left her totally unable to do anything willingly - like talk, walk, answer with eye movements, move any part of her body, or control bodily functions. We took care of her at home for two years, and then placed her in a facility for the last two years.

Visiting nurses and Hospice nurses all said, "be careful what you say or do around her for there are times she can see and comprehend, but you won't realize it. My Wife and I took this to heart and acted accordingly during our daily shifts. The son and his wife didn't believe it but used some discretion. The husband was just a total jerk about it.

My point is, just because the patient can't move or communicate, it does not mean that they can't hear or even understand what is happening. Please be gentle and considerate of them!
 
The average lifespan of a white male in the US is 77.33 years. (I googled it). I'll be there in a couple of weeks. Provided I make it that long. I feel pretty good right now but at this age I know that I could do a face plant into my keyboard at any minute. When you are 17 years old people tell you that you have your whole life ahead of you and you can be anything you want if you put your mind to it. Of course I never really appreciated that so I never put my mind to much of anything. Figured I had plenty of time to do that "someday". Now at 77 I realize that I have my whole life behind me and my future options are severely limited.
I agree.
 
Yesterday was a poignant testament to a life deeply lived and deeply loved. Saying goodbye to my wife's sister brought a natural outpouring of tears, a raw reflection of the sorrow that comes with such a loss. Yet, beneath the grief, the day was illuminated by a profound sense of joy and connection as family and friends gathered to celebrate her life.

Love anchored the entire occasion, weaving through every shared embrace and quiet memory. Best of all, there was room for humour, those warm, lighthearted recollections that brought spontaneous smiles through the tears. It is a beautiful gift to be able to laugh at the quirks, inside jokes, and joyful moments she left behind, proving that while she is gone, her spirit remains a vibrant source of warmth. We shall all miss her dearly.
 
I think about death a fair bit lately. I am in pretty good health for my age so that is not a worry.
It is just that looking back I have had a wonderful life, and I am feeling very fulfilled.

I am grateful for my family, my daughter and son, their children numbering 6 altogether and now three great grand children. Two marriages have ended in divorce but I stay connected with my inlaws and the outlaws.

At age 83 I reckon my days are numbered but that number has not yet been revealed to me. Whether my last day comes soon, or after a decade, I am ready join the ancestors.

The sentence, "So long and thanks for all the fish" is popping into my mind from time to time.
 
Death is so inevitable. No-one gets to leave this Earth alive. We're born, we live, we die.

I'd rather live longer than shorter. That is predicated on a good standard of living. There are illnesses, particularly of the mind, where I'd much rather have the ability to end my life. But while I'm (relatively) sane, and the aches and pains aren't terribly debilitating, I'd rather be this side of the great cycle of life.

But yes, I think of death in that I know I'm going to miss being me.
 
There are two things that people don't stare at too long. One is the Sun, the other is death.

But yet it's not lost on we who are older (I'll be 80 in a couple of weeks) that our deaths are getting closer. I don't often think about the act of dying, but I do think a lot about what happens with our spirit after death. "Heaven" can be many things.

I recently heard a famous scientist say that he believed that we go into a dream state from which we never awaken because there's no body left to awaken in. I've often considered the existence of dimensions of which we have no earthly knowledge.

One thing that has influenced my own beliefs that an afterlife exists is a statement I heard by a world famous neurologist. He stated that EKGs show brain waves continue on for at least 4 minutes after the body has expired. So something is going on...
In recent years some neurobiological research points to what some of us have believed for decades: Consciousness is more than a byproduct of physical brain function and social conditioning; that it was religions label the soul and does indeed continue beyond the physical body. Some have said it may be the prime factor in creation and what we call reality.
 
I'm seeing a lot of young people in the obituaries. Some are younger than my son, who is 57, some along with or younger than my oldest grandson (37) and some were children. Many obituaries show that they died from cancer or "long illnesses". A few were killed. In any event, it makes me sad to see so many young people dying. There have also been several young celebrity deaths. My son has gone to more funerals than I have over the last few years.

On the flip side, I saw where one of my mother's church members recently passed away. I remember him from church and would have thought he'd been gone. But he lived to be a ripe 102 years old. Sometimes I think "When will it be my turn?" when I'm looking through the obituaries. I'm trying to do what I can to "be ready"...preparing and making my son aware of my estate matters. I'm not afraid to die, but pray I don't suffer, no matter the circumstance.
 
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Death is so inevitable. No-one gets to leave this Earth alive. We're born, we live, we die.
A rich man is dying and makes a request to his wife: "Honey, I want you to go to the bank and withdraw everything from my checking and saving accounts. All £5 million. Then take the cash, put it in a sack, and put it in the attic." The wife is puzzled and asks: "why do you want me to do that?"

He says "honey, I've only got a few months left on this planet. I want the money in the attic so that when my time comes, and I pass on, I can take all that money to heaven with me and be happy for all eternity."

The wife thinks this is odd, but she does as he asks. A few months later, the man dies. His wife mourns him, and after a few years as a widow, she gets curious. She climbs up into the attic just for kicks to see if the money is still there. She gets up there, and it is. She sighs and says,

"I knew I should've put it in the basement."
 
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