Actually I do. I missed out on the dinosaurs. I missed out on the primordial earth. I missed out on the first amphibians. I missed out on the sun forming.
Hell I regret the present. The universe is so amazing and I’m stuck on this planet. This planet is so amazing and I’m too broke to go explore it. Well the last one is fixable atleast!
You’re gonna die. But don’t worry, You’ll Have Time. (Video with audio.)
What is everyone worried about? I’ve dyed before. Admittedly, that stuff just washed out eventually, but it was really cool at first. There all these bright colors and things I’ve never seen before. It was really exciting.
I thing I ended up making rags out of everything.
Ditto. I couldn’t have cared less - until I had kids.
My question would be: to forestall the event of my passing, what do I need to do to fail?
Interesting thread…
A friend of mine has a son who is dying. He is currently in congestive heart failure. He is not a candidate for transplant, due to the syndrome he has also having immune system involvement. Getting him a new heart would be useless, his immune system would not handle the stress of the transplant or the anti-rejection drugs.
About 2 weeks ago he was hospitalized for pneumonia. While in the hospital, his heart stopped and they got him back, twice. Now, he is afraid that this will happen again and they won’t be able to get him back.
I had a nice conversation with his mom yesterday, well as nice a conversation you can have about your son dying as you can. She knows this is the end, but still can’t let him go. The doctors have wanted to put him in hospice, but she can’t do it. He went back in the hospital Tuesday after having chest pains. Each time he goes in, we all wonder if he will be coming back home.
He says he is not ready to die yet, he tells his mom that he is sticking around for her and his little sister. I admire his strength, I can’t imagine having to be so aware of my own mortality. I guess when you are really faced with it, death is really scary…
I admire his mother’s strength. Her baby wasn’t expected to live through infancy or childhood and yet here he is. This woman has had to become an advocate for a disease that very few people know anything about (including doctors). She has learned how to care for him at home so he can be there rather than in hospice. She carries around binders full of his records, has written and given out tons of info sheets to doctors and nurses so that they know what his disease entails. She sought out the one doctor in the US considered an expert in this disease when other doctors gave up on him.
All that strength can’t and won’t keep her son alive, it was never in her hands…
It has been an interesting thread. I have to say, I’m not morbid about it, or worried about it, I was just thinking about it the other day, and death seems like…oh, I dunno…a cheesy punchline to life. After all the time and effort we put into living, the highs and lows, the ecstasy and the agony, all of the freakin’ work we put into living…we get to the end and what we get is a cosmic “orange ya glad I didn’t say banana?”.
Does that make any sense?
yups, it’s a fucking disgrace, that’s why i’ll choose to live forever, or at least till I decide to die, no some fucking entropy accumulation in my system or freak accident happens.
Tell you what, when Death comes for me, she better brings some cops with her, I will not go quietly, peacefully and resigned. :mad:
(unless i am condemned to see Battlefield Earth as LonesomePolecat suggested, then I’ll embrace the sweet oblivion of death)
[QUOTE…as heartbreaking as it is, it would be more heartbreaking not to be there. [/QUOTE]
My mother died on Christmas morning, 2005 at 8:30. We had plans to go and visit her at about 10. My sisters and I were not there when she went. It is definitely more heartbreaking not to be there. It’s been almost 3 years and i still ask myself why. I don;t know, I’m thinking maybe i should have known something was going wrong. I still have this horrible guilt for not being there, and anger, too for her dying. She didn’t tell anyone, except my sister Rose, who lived with her, that she had lung cancer. I didn’t even know until Christmas Eve. So in the space of 2 days, I found out my mother was dying and then had to deal with her death while still trying to wrap my head around that. To top it off, my mother in law died 3 weeks later, brain stem stroke.
I never really thought about dying until then. Now it scares the crap out of me. Except for my kids, I have done nothing outstanding with my life and that bother me, too. I’m 48 and have nothing to show for it. Now I’m getting morbid so I’ll quit now. But thanks for the opportunity to get some of that out!
I think in spite of the common idea that we’re all special, we are not all special at all. The vast majority of us are going to live and die without leaving much of a mark on the world. Uh, I was aiming at cheering you up, FreeRange Maniac. 