I don’t fear death, or dying, unless it’s painful, then, a little bit.
I fear surviving. I fear outliving my husband, and family and friends. My Granny lived to be 103yrs old. I don’t want that. I’m afraid by the time it’s my time, they’ll have found a way to keep us alive even longer. I don’t really want to live so long that I can’t really do much other than watch life pass me by. I’d sooner trip and die on some ill planned adventure at 70, than quietly, in my sleep, after 15yrs in a nursing home at 85.
I love life and have tried to live it with real gusto. I cannot imagine a life where I have to be still.
I agree. One of the hardest things I have had to do, was to visit my late uncle-he spent his last 8 years in a nursing home, surrounded by people who were in various stages of dementia.
Not fun.
I don’t fear death. I’m not exactly all giggly thinking about it, mind you, but I don’t fear it. Oh, and I am hoping to continue my successful streak of days no becoming dead for many more years, because I have a lot of things I’d still like to do and see and experience.
If anything, I always feel sad when others die, because then I don’t have them in my life anymore. I get what elbows was saying up there, but I’m not bothered by surviving others. It’s just the way it is; some people live longer, some people die sooner.
I don’t want to achieve immortality by my work, I want to achieve it by not dying.
Also by Woody Allen.
I agree about not wanting to die a long lingering death. Especially in a lot of pain. I also think that for most people, the end must be a lot like falling asleep. Then not dreaming and never waking up. You’re just gone. I’ve often thought it would be nice if I could die saving a busload of kids or taking out a terrorist or some crazy with a gun. But most of us won’t do that. I guess my overwhelming reason for not wanting to die is that I’m not through playing yet. There’s so many things I like doing that I’d like to keep doing, and so many more things I’ve never tried. So I guess I don’t fear death, I just think it will be awfully inconvenient.
Death itself, no, not a bit as that will lead to eternal life with Lord Jesus and into a very loving family. The process that leads to death could seem unpleasant though.
Being dead? No. Whatever happens then (presumably nothing, but while I don’t believe in an afterlife…well, dammit, I’d love to see my dad!) happens. That doesn’t bother me.
Dying? Depending on the circumstances, quite possibly. I really did have a great-grandmother who had a good day, went to bed, and never woke up. At 92. I wouldn’t mind a death like that. But others, yes, some of the possibilities are pretty scary.
