Do you fear or welcome your death?

Funny, when I was working and in my late 50's I was more accepting of death because I thought I'd accomplished and experienced pretty much everything I could in my life. Now that I'm my late 60's, retired and really enjoying life I would prefer to wait. ;)
 

hollydolly said:
the thing is every night all of us 'die' when we sleep... we know nothing of this world when we're asleep, we don't miss our family, our friends, our home , and that's how I feel death will be...
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Problem is, I dream & dream every night of situations that come from my awake life. And it's a relief when I awaken to know that it was only a dream. But I do see dying as similar to falling asleep, dreamless and peacefully. All cares familywise, all in life no longer my responsibility.
 
OregonGuy said:
I am NOT giving up. The finishing line will not be suicide as the song goes ...
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Song by

Doris Day

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me

"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be"

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said

"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be"

Que sera, sera

Songwriters: Raymond B.
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WoW ! That brings back memories ....... My mother used to sing that around the house allot.
 
rgp said:
Hate to burst anyone's bubble but . When we die , we become a collection of bones in a box .... or a collection of ashes in an urn .... nothing more.
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No bubble burst. That is, indeed, your truth. You have made it so, and it will be true for you. Bones in box/ashed in an urn. My truth, which will be true for me, is radically different. Amen.
 
I dont fear or welcome it. Im 75 so I do think about it on occasion but not constantly. Considering that Im probably closer now than I was last year. :D

One of my life philosophies has always been prepare for the worst but hope for the best. On that note Im ready.
All of my affairs are in order. I plan to just chill and wait.

Im in good health and fairly spry but if I was in poor health or in pain I would have to adjust my game plan. I dont know if I would help things along. Im not there yet. Depends on my quality of life. I have no reason to be here. So theres no reason to put up with a lot of malarky just to be here. :D
 
hollydolly said:
I can't go yet... I've had a horrible life, so I have to wait until some good stuff happens before I can even think about going...:D
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Maybe you are like my Grandmother used to say, "I know I am going to Heaven because my Hell is here on earth."
The funny thing is we never knew why she felt that way. Her and my Grandfather didn't have any financial issues and I know he wasn't putting his hands on her because she was able to handle herself and she would have told my Dad and then it would have been his Hell on earth.

As for me, no use worrying about it. I have no control over it, so whatever will be will be as the record goes.
 
An old man on his deathbed smells his favorite cookies being made in the kitchen. He manages to gather enough strength to drag himself out of bed. Sure enough, on the table he sees a tray of smoking fresh cookies, and his wife is just putting another tray in the oven. He reaches over to grab one, but his wife turns around and smacks his hand away, as she shouts - hands off. Those are for the funeral.
 
hollydolly said:
the thing is every night all of us 'die' when we sleep... we know nothing of this world when we're asleep, we don't miss our family, our friends, our home , and that's how I feel death will be...
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Hollydolly, having had a near death experience when I was 21, I can tell you that when I hit the side of the flatbed articulated lorry I collided with on my motorbike, I didn't feel a thing.

As the lorry turned across my path I had a split second of fearful dread, but then knowing that I could do nothing about it, I sat up put my arms across in front of me to protect my face, and expected to die.

I never felt any impact with the lorry, and in fact, although some of the facts never fully added up, I'm not sure that I did actually hit the lorry with my body at all.

The reason I say that is because when the lorry was examined later, they found my bootlaces wound around the wheel nuts on either side (left and right) of the rear tractor wheel on the nearside (left side) of the articulated lorry I hit. Furthermore, one of my boots was found about 10 yards back in the direction I'd come from, and the other was found in the front garden of a house several houses up from the junction where I had the collision. So my legs must have done the splits, and sent my boots off in different directions.

Also, the petrol tank on my bike had a big dent in it from where I'd slid forward on the saddle (Ouch!!) and although the X rays at the hospital never found any broken bones at the time, when I had an MRI about 8 years ago, the technician asked me when I'd broken my pelvis (??!!).

To continue; I woke up literally seconds after the impact, lying on the pavement (sidewalk) on the other side of the lorry, and it was just stopping a few yards away. However, those few seconds in this world were hours in the next.

I became aware of warmth, and comfort, and darkness, and felt that I was in a foetal position, happily relaxing. However, I then started hearing voices, male voices I think, telling me I had to go back. I didn't want to, and kept saying that I was happy where I was. But the voices grew louder and more insistent that I couldn't stay there and had to go back. Where 'back' was I didn't know, but that's what the voices kept telling me.

Then I started to feel cold, and could hear a buzzing sound in the distance. The buzzing got steadily louder and I got steadily colder, and then I woke up. I found I was lying on my right-hand side, not in the foetal position, but with my legs out along the kerb. The buzzing by now was quite loud and irritating, so I looked to where it was coming from, and saw my bike lying on its side, with the engine revving like crazy.

Someone ran over and managed to shut the engine off, and I took off my gloves and crash helmet in order to look around. That's when I saw the lorry coming to a stop about 20 yards away and the driver open the door to get out. At that point I also noticed that my feet were feeling cold, so I looked at them and found that my Dr Martens boots were gone.

I also noticed that I had a crescent shaped hole in the sock on the top of my left foot and a long L shaped hole in the side of the sock on my right foot. Through the hole I could clearly see something white, which could have been either a tendon or a bone, I'm not sure which, but I said to myself, "That's going to hurt in a minute!" It did too!

After that I had to wait till an ambulance arrived and carted me off to hospital, where I stayed for the next week or more before being allowed back home.

Anyway, the point I'm making is that although my body and mind went through a traumatic experience, I never felt any impact or pain at the time, and although there must have been impact pain, to this day my brain hasn't ever registered it.

I suspect death itself will be similar, in that whatever happens, I won't feel any sudden pain when my body stops, but will instead just become aware that I'm no longer in my old worn out bodily vehicle, but am comfortable and happy, and relaxed, in a much more pleasant environment. I also doubt if I'll hear the strident voices telling me I've got to go back either, as this time it will be my proper time to move on to the next chapter in my personal existence.

So don't fear death, it's just a doorway through which we all must pass, but once through we can't then decide to go back to the other side. That's for someone else to decide, and I think I know who.
 
Pappy said:
We’ve been married 69 years tomorrow and we do not fear death as long as we are together forever. She is my life.
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Sixty-nine years of marriage is a truly extraordinary achievement. Your enduring love and commitment are an inspiration to us all and ohers who know you, demonstrating a beautiful partnership built on strength, resilience, and unwavering devotion.
Congratulations on reaching this achievement and thank you for showing us the true meaning of lifelong love.
The champagne is on ice for your 70th.
 
jujube said:
My hope is that it'll be like a candle going out. Poof! It's gone. No heaven, no hell....it's just over.
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I think it will be for everyone, the problem is what leads up to that ''poof''... we all hope that it will be pain free.. but for the vast majority it's the shutting off of pain maybe severe and prolonged pain.. and that's what people dread.. not death itself per se.. but the agony preceding it
 
Macfan said:
What I fear is the unknown. At the moment I don't welcome it but that could change as time moves along and body parts break down as they tend to do as we enter the winter of our lives. I must say I've enjoyed my time here and appreciate and will enjoy whatever time I have left here. :coffee: Don...
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It is perfectly normal to experience feelings of trepidation when contemplating aging and the end of life. These are significant life stages that often bring about complex emotions, introspection, and questions about what lies ahead.
Your comments are exactly how I feel too, but as Pappy said "we do not fear death as long as we are together forever. She is my life." I empathise with that too, although our length of marriage is eleven years less than Pappy's. Nonetheless, my lady is my life, how I would love to emulate my maternal grandparents who were married for seventy-five years and passed within a very short time of each other.
 

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