Does Anyone Think About Death?

I have to laugh at the comments on this last page. I see a positive sprit of acceptous of what befalls us all, yet embracing the life we have with a positive response. I had to smile. My life has been very good. Not great by some standards but very good. Son is doing well. Two wonderful grandchildren. My wife and I can still embrace. Our dog still gets walked everyday. For how long I don't know. In Vietnam we said one day at a time. Now I say the same thing....one day at a time.
Any regrets? yes, in so far as I wish I had been a better person and helped more people but I had my own baggage to carry thru life, like you all do. Coulda,woulda shoulda.
My solace is that God judges my heart, not so much my actions. Am I responsible for my mistakes....yes, but God looks at my heart and for that I find peace. I did the best I knew how to do.
In the mean time I appreciate you all. Your responses and comments brighten my day.
 
I read all the responses and am heartened by the attitudes and responses. No regret generally. Just acceptance of what is to be. I have always felt a brotherhood with anyone who served in Vietnam. Didn't matter what year, where you were stationed. Simply that we were there and we shared that common knowledge and understanding.
I find the same thing. The same connection with those who are in their late seventies and into their eighties. We share the same concerns. The same thoughts. The same issues.
I can't run, can't hide and can't make it go away. I can face it with dignity and to some degree class. I can show those I love, especially the young ones that it is a fact of life for us as well as them sometime in the future.
I can say, with out any doubt, that I did my best. The rest is in Gods Hands.
 
rbtvgo said:
I have to laugh at the comments on this last page. I see a positive sprit of acceptous of what befalls us all, yet embracing the life we have with a positive response. I had to smile. My life has been very good. Not great by some standards but very good. Son is doing well. Two wonderful grandchildren. My wife and I can still embrace. Our dog still gets walked everyday. For how long I don't know. In Vietnam we said one day at a time. Now I say the same thing....one day at a time.
Any regrets? yes, in so far as I wish I had been a better person and helped more people but I had my own baggage to carry thru life, like you all do. Coulda,woulda shoulda.
My solace is that God judges my heart, not so much my actions. Am I responsible for my mistakes....yes, but God looks at my heart and for that I find peace. I did the best I knew how to do.
In the mean time I appreciate you all. Your responses and comments brighten my day.
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Amen brother.
 
I used to be scared to death when thinking about my mortality, but that has subsided the older I get. I now view it as inevitable and you can't change the inevitable, so you just have to accept it or not. I've had a lot of friends and family pass on through the years. I wouldn't want to live forever. I want to live as long as I can, but don't want to outlive all of my friends and what little family I have. That would be a sad world.
I'll never forget a 94-yr old patient I used to have. He was so depressed and couldn't understand why he had lived so long. He had outlived his wife and four children. I can truly understand why he felt that way.
 
Thanks @Mitch86 for making me give this a lot of thought. Wrote me a song for this.
Got the lyrics figured. Decided to spend the bucks and made an appointment with a recording studio. I want to compare the studio setup to the (Digital Audio Workstation).

Call it.... "Final Trip".
A journey we all get to make but for which none of us are yet packed. So... Travel light... Eyes and throttle wide open. No need for mirrors. It's The ultimate road trip.
God Speed to you.
 
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rbtvgo said:
In Vietnam we said one day at a time. Now I say the same thing....one day at a time.
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I have memory related to Vietnam. That was before I met and fell in love with my husband(deceased at age barely tuned 75 from Cancer).
The guy got home, the State safely after having stayed in Vietnam for about three years, but some mental issue, i.e. depression seems to take away his life.

I love my husband(late) with all my heart, but it's a very sad to know his life cut short and not able to enjoy his life like some Vietnam veterans after Vietnam.
 
Amanda76 said:
I have memory related to Vietnam. That was before I met and fell in love with my husband(deceased at age barely tuned 75 from Cancer).
The guy got home, the State safely after having stayed in Vietnam for about three years, but some mental issue, i.e. depression seems to take away his life.

I love my husband(late) with all my heart, but it's a very sad to know his life cut short and not able to enjoy his life like some Vietnam veterans after Vietnam.
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I do, but it is with faith and hope, not the fear that I used to have.

Here is a poem that I wrote about how people often show so much appreciation for someone after they die. They neglect to lovingly reach out to others while they are living.

If we would just reach out and ask the person now, we might be able to help someone have a better life before they leave. Then we won't have to oh-o-o and aw-w-w and gawk, and discuss someone's life with others, and ask why the person's life was like that or why he/she did this and did that...

If you question my life today,
Ask me before I die.
Don't wait 'till flowers are on my grave.
Don't wait 'till you say goodbye.

You will not learn the answers why
From others to whom I was near.
Show your love by asking now,
By asking me while I am here.

It matters not that you should care
Long after my chariot's gone.
It matters more that while I'm here
And while I tarry on,

That you should ask and question me
In all your loving care.
For while I'm here is when I need
To know your love is there.

*****
 
Amanda76 said:
I have memory related to Vietnam. That was before I met and fell in love with my husband(deceased at age barely tuned 75 from Cancer).
The guy got home, the State safely after having stayed in Vietnam for about three years, but some mental issue, i.e. depression seems to take away hi
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DailyArtsyCrafter said:
I do, but it is with faith and hope, not the fear that I used to have.

Here is a poem that I wrote about how people often show so much appreciation for someone after they die. They neglect to lovingly reach out to others while they are living.

If we would just reach out and ask the person now, we might be able to help someone have a better life before they leave. Then we won't have to oh-o-o and aw-w-w and gawk, and discuss someone's life with others, and ask why the person's life was like that or why he/she did this and did that...

If you question my life today,
Ask me before I die.
Don't wait 'till flowers are on my grave.
Don't wait 'till you say goodbye.

You will not learn the answers why
From others to whom I was near.
Show your love by asking now,
By asking me while I am here.

It matters not that you should care
Long after my chariot's gone.
It matters more that while I'm here
And while I tarry on,

That you should ask and question me
In all your loving care.
For while I'm here is when I need
To know your love is there.

*****
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Beautiful poem with a good message!
 
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