Anyone have fear of death?

oscash said:
I was with my sisters when each time our parents passed on. That's the way I'd want to go as well. With my boys with me. I'm not afraid to die, just don't want to do it alone. As the Peggy Lee song says it all "Is That All There Is"?
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I'm just the opposite, I'd prefer to die alone. Having been bedside at a few deaths I don't want to put anyone thru that. Also I don't like distractions, if I'm dying let me focus on that and get it done with.😉
 

I answered in a similar thread but oddly when I was working I had no fear of death and often said I would be ready if I was at the top of my career and in a great relationship. Now that I'm retired, I want more of this current life and prefer not to die. I think my life is more meaningful now that I'm not at the beck and call of someone else.

Like others have said, it's not dying, it's the manner of death that I worry about.
 
Nah.

For what it's worth, I think I went, or was very close to going, during the ambulance ride when I had a pretty sizeable heart attack in 2017.

I distinctly remember looking at the ceiling of the ambulance, and it getting dark very quickly, and going completely black, even though I knew consciously that my eyes were open. The paramedics voices got very far away, but I could clearly hear them.

The thing I remember most was, the complete stillness. I remember thinking my body isn't moving...at all... and my body doesn't hurt...at all.

Then, for some reason, I jerked back into what was going on.

So, if that's what it's like, I'm not scared.
 
I never had a fear of death, before reading about near death experiences. Apparently (even good people) have had bad near death experiences of being in hell. I was quite happy to learn of the positive near death experiences, but having a bad near death experience, being in hell, kind of upset me. I always believed in God, and a heaven and a hell. So I'm scared first that I end up in hell (even though I'm not that bad a person) or that there is no afterlife which to me is really depressing. And to add to all that, I hope that all of my family members and myself go quickly and peacefully and not suffer with some horrid illness.
 
Christians have no reason to fear death. We know that through faith, because of the death and resurrection of one man/God, Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we will spend eternity in heaven. :)
 
LoveTulips said:
I never had a fear of death, before reading about near death experiences. Apparently (even good people) have had bad near death experiences of being in hell. I was quite happy to learn of the positive near death experiences, but having a bad near death experience, being in hell, kind of upset me. I always believed in God, and a heaven and a hell. So I'm scared first that I end up in hell (even though I'm not that bad a person) or that there is no afterlife which to me is really depressing. And to add to all that, I hope that all of my family members and myself go quickly and peacefully and not suffer with some horrid illness.
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If they are good people, why would they end up in hell? Does that mean god is mean? Or does it mean what I think it means, there is no afterlife, that some people's bodies and brains react badly to the stress of nearly dying.
 
I don’t fear death, my family’s emotional aftermath is what concerns me the most.

As their Mother I recognize that I am deeply beloved by them. I say that with no ego, just recognition that that closeness was forged in the fire of dysfunction and abuse of them by their father, while I intervened relentlessly to protect them and redirect his wrath towards myself. And as adults they fully recognize the length to which I went, both to protect them and also to keep a roof over their heads.

My heart aches for the loss they will experience. I saw how deeply they were, and continue to be, affected by the loss of their brother, and the idea of them having to go through similar after my death makes me so so very sad. 😞
 
I do have some fear... not of death itself... (stared it in the face more than once) but having done things I'm not proud of and since I've entered the winter of my life and soon the frost will leave this pumpkin hopefully I've earned God's forgiveness and he will allow me to join my loved ones waiting on the other side with Jesus.
 
I had cancer back in 2006, treatment was tough. I have no fear of death, I already came to terms with that. But I'm in no hurry to pass on.

However I do worry about having a lengthy illness before my demise. I already went through that, once in a lifetime is enough.
I will probably take the easy way out if comes to that, hopefully my family will try to understand...
 
outlander said:
I had cancer back in 2006, treatment was tough. I have no fear of death, I already came to terms with that. But I'm in no hurry to pass on.

However I do worry about having a lengthy illness before my demise. I already went through that, once in a lifetime is enough.
I will probably take the easy way out if comes to that, hopefully my family will try to understand...
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I certainly think that should be your prerogative. When any of us feel the need to tap out from pain no one should interfere.
 
Dave03 said:
Nah.

For what it's worth, I think I went, or was very close to going, during the ambulance ride when I had a pretty sizeable heart attack in 2017.

I distinctly remember looking at the ceiling of the ambulance, and it getting dark very quickly, and going completely black, even though I knew consciously that my eyes were open. The paramedics voices got very far away, but I could clearly hear them.

The thing I remember most was, the complete stillness. I remember thinking my body isn't moving...at all... and my body doesn't hurt...at all.

Then, for some reason, I jerked back into what was going on.

So, if that's what it's like, I'm not scared.
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I had a heart attack, too. When I got to the hospital, I was on some sort of table --- I think they put another stent in. Anyway, it was dark. I felt like I was slowly moving away, like through a tunnel. I screamed (not out loud) "No, no,no. I have to stay here to take care of my children." The slow moving stopped. I didn't see anything but blackness -- no light, no people.

I'm not afraid of dying. I don't want to experience pain or violence, and I don't ever want to be in a nursing home, no matter what.
 

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