reply to post by piequal3because14
I remember one night when I was a small boy, in bed waiting for sleep to come. I thought about a dead bird I saw that day, & connected that with the
fact that all living things must die, even people.
It was a short jump from there to my 1st confrontation with my own mortality, & I was terrified! I was going to die! I burst into tears, & my Mom
heard me. She came into my room & sat on the bed, asking me what was wrong.
"I don't want to die!", I cried, terrified by the inevitability of my end one day. She asked me, "Do you remember what it was like before you were
"No", I answered, at which point she said to me, "Millions of years passed by before you got here, and you weren't here in all that time, right?" I
"Does that scare you?" she asked.
Again, I answered, "No".
"Well", said my Mom, "When you die, you'll only be going back to that same place".
All these many years later, I still take comfort from what she said when my thoughts turn to the fact that I now have more years behind me than I have
It's natural for us to wish to live to "a ripe old age", but one of the things that not too many of us think about, til we get there, is that to live
long is often to live longer than many people we care about. In my case, Cancer, Lou Gehrig's Disease, drunken accidents, drug overdoses, a brain
tumor, heart disease, & Leukemia have thinned the ranks of my loved ones until there's almost no one left but me.
Trust me, I'm in no hurry to check out; I love this life both for its beauty & for the times I've triumphed against its ugliness. However, it comes as
a great comfort to me that I won't live forever, & that one day it will be my turn to go.
If there's an existence beyond this one, then I can hope to be reunited with those I love who have already gone. And if there's nothing but oblivion,
I can count on being free of the pain of missing those people, as well as any pain that might otherwise come my way from staying too long in this
mortal flesh envelope that has, so far, held up miraculously well considering all of the abuse I heaped on it in my youth.
So, am I afraid to die? On a good day, no...
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