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remember this from high school.

CAESAR Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear; 35
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

I am not afraid to die, I just don't want the long slow decline into a nursing home resident.

The man that started the company here did thing right. In his words he took "early retirement" at age 92. He only worked because he enjoyed it. Everything was long paid for and he had more money accumulated than his wife could ever spend. We could call him and ask the name of the plumber he used 20 years ago and he could rattle off the man's name and phone number. At age 98 he kissed his wife goodnight and walked upstairs to go to bed. She found him dead from a heart attack several hours later in the bedroom.

My FIL did it wrong. He slowly evaporated into a large infant with Alzheimer's, It was horrible to see a smart talented man turn into a infant that did not even know how to swallow. I would prefer euthanasia to that existence.

Doing the simple math and statistics I know if I make it another 25 years I will be older that the average lifespan of an American male. When I think I have been driving my same El Camino for 25 years it seems like just a couple of years ago. 25 years is a blink of the eye.

That's it-not afraid of death, but dying as a process sucks.

Quick and unexpected, that's fine with me...

I plan on dying peacefully in my sleep, dreaming pleasant thoughts, while everyone else in the car is screaming thier heads off.

Fred you are still a young man. When I was 21 I felt that I was indestructible and was here forever. Death never crossed my mind. However in your circumstances having just lost your good friend and losing your child 2 years ago it is normal for you to experience what you are experiencing.

Have just turned 70. I don't think about death much. I feel that as I get older the body is more prepared for death. Don't have the energy that I used to have but I still get out and play golf, do yard work and walk a lot. My father died at 52 and his father died at 46. My mother died at 94 and somebody at her funeral said she died 10 year ago meaning that mentally she was sliding then. So it is a slow process with the exception if a person does not look after himself then it can happen sooner.

Life is a gift. Enjoy your family. We have just one daughter and we enjoy her tremendously. I saw it mentioned the other day. Children are a continuation of us.
The next time I see my daughter I will give her a long hug and say nothing. Tears will come to my eyes because I know my wife and I have been a support for the next generation....:)

I think this best summarizes how I feel.

I think this is the way I want to try to live. beautifully and simply stated crowbob.

Do you remember that time when you were in your mother's womb, right before you were born?

It will be just like that.

Was recently reading what the final words were of some famous people.
In Churchill's situation it was something like this. I am tired of all this. When a person reaches 90 I would completely understand that the enthusiasm for life would be minimized.

Too busy worrying about my furkids dying to worry about myself, to tell you the truth.

Winkipop
Billabong
Banjo
Tucker
and the baby now.....

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My wife and i had this conversation last week and we counted the number of people we have lost in the last 10 years. .....14. I am 65 she is 67. She has stage four COPD so she knows her day is coming in the next few years. I don't envy her knowing the clock is ticking for her. She goes up and down in spirits over it. Me? Well I had my brush with death when I had my stroke. I cleaned up my act but as I told my surgeon, I'm not gonna give up bacon so I can live 20 minutes longer in the end. I try to take one day at a time and enjoy them the best I can. Some are better than others. My biggest dilemma is trying to decide who gets all the junk i've collected all these years when it's finally time to take the dirt nap.Dying is part of living is what I always say.

I'm now 70. At about age 50, four of my business partners and I were becalmed on a sailboat in the middle of Lake Michigan and had a very interesting discussion on life and death.

All of us came to the realization that if any of us died in the in the next week, it would be a damned shame, but none of our deaths would be a 'tragedy.' All of our kids were grown and had lives of their own, our financial situation was OK, our business would survive and we all had strong wives that could survive on their own without us.

Once coming to that realization, I have felt that every day is a gift and I have no fear or worry about death. I'm looking forward to crossing over and that trip can wait as long as possible, but....I've had a great run so far and I'm planning on keeping it going as long as I can.

Enjoy life!

Pretty neat perspectives.

All I care about is being sentient and active until the end.

44yo. Been obsessed with it since a child, like a young Alvy Singer. The universe is expanding!

Regardless it didn't stop me from being reckless. 30 years smoking two packs a day (quit 2 years ago) and years of heavy drinking have left me with a damaged liver, high blood pressure, impaired breathing etc...

But, it's losing my parents and girf friend that I fear most now.

I'm fine with going back to the void.

I do know that I try like hell not to die in a plane crash or be eaten by a shark. I therefore do my best to stay out of the ocean and don't fly

I also quit riding motorcycles. Being ground into hamburger also seems especially unpleasant

Thinking about this is exactly the way I got more comfortable with death. I totally agree.

Inspiring... All the best to your wife. I hope there's some good days ahead for her.

Grim but interesting.

Another stat. "IF" they ever cured ageing, all diseases, cancer etc and the accident rate stayed the same we would live to about 600 years.

It is such a strange concept. Do other creatures on this planet have the same concerns? Is this a uniquely human trait? Fear of death? Worrying about the end? The inevitable demise?

Anyway, I had a close call yesterday morning. Driving in the 993. Just dropped my daughter off at school. Was stopped in the far right lane at an intersection with a large truck next to me, on the left…he intends to turn left. Our light changes, I put the car in gear and slowly ease forward to look around the truck next to me, to see if anyone is coming through the intersection. Sure enough, some ahole is barreling through a VERY red light (well over the posted speed limit of 45). I immediately stop, he slams the brakes, locks them up, skids through most of the intersection at a high rate of speed, then keeps going through. It would have been a direct t-bone hit on my side. Yeah, life certainly flashed before me. I’m definitely not ready, but I can’t live in fear. Honestly, I fear something happening to one of kids before myself.

This has happened to me before. I always relay this kind of incident to my daughter.
I felt the same way as you do when this happened to me a few months ago....:eek: