I'm not afraid of dying...I'm more concerned about not living.

Unfortunately, in my line of work I deal with death multiple times every day. I see people of all ages, die from sickness, ( expected and unexpected..), tragically in accidents, at the hand of others, and all too often, at their own hand. At times I just become numb to it. Other times it is a kick in the ass wake-up call, that it can be me at anytime.

All I can say is live your life minute to minute, not day to day, or year to year. It can be over that quick.

Do I fear death itself, no not really . Maybe the method of death I might fear, but not the end result for me at least. I do fear what I might do to my loved ones , as I see how it effects families.



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Sorry I can't embed this. I used to hum this to my son. It's my wish for him.

Bob Dylan - Forever Young - Video Dailymotion

I hope for myself that while I was here maybe i changed someone's life for the better, helped strangers, and generally going through life thinking about others' situation before your own. If we're not on this earth to help each other out then what the hell is the whole purpose of being here??
Live it up, live life for every minute. when the time comes, its just another beginning.

For the first time, yes.

I am dealing with my demented and medically challenged parents right now. The only son, no siblings. Yes that was a brief selfish plea for condolences. My apologies.

Just a few years ago my parents were confident, strong, and aging. They thought they were in control of their end. Now, they don't know if it's daytime or night.

This morning my Mom threatened to kill herself by jumping off their 3rd story balcony. I moved them into assisted living last year to be close to me. She is a 40 year alcoholic who is miserable with her lot in life and suffering dementia. Dad is a stubborn delusional man who is insulin dependent also suffering from dementia but thinks he is wealthy. Mom held the purse strings all those years but when she gave in to the bottle that all went away. Dad recently blew all their savings, investments, and land holdings on fancy motorhomes, cars, palm trees, and generous cash gifts to his nephews in Europe.

I am now fearful that I will replicate their mistakes. Live too long so to speak. Without a clear mind and making horrible decisons. So perhaps I don't fear death...I fear the events leading up to it.

A woman who I was care-taking a few years ago died right in front of me - cardiac arrest.
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I witnessed a buddy in Viet Nam with his arms folded across his abdomen to keep his intestines from springing forth..crying for his mother.
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And on........
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Every time I think about the fact that my time will also come, I feel visceral fear.
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I must say, when I hear someone say that they don't fear death, I don't believe them.

Mom at 80 with stroke when 70 says she is ok with going, but she is scared of the experience.

Thank God for the grammar interruption because that is what this forum is all about. The team. Just a brotherhood of compassion.

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I pray that I'll live long enough to where I'm "ready to go".

My attachment to this world is my love for my wife and daughter. My fear of death is a fear of not being able offer support, love and protection to them. No. I don't fear death itself. I fear not being able to fulfill the roles that I have in my loved ones lives.

Don't worry about it as much as dread the things I may miss out on. At 57 I'm reasonably healthy and try to manage stress, have a little fun and just hope for the best. Life isn't fair but it sure is awesome. Appreciate what you have and cherish every minute. The rest is out of our hands.

I've been at death's door twice and don't know if anything I could have done would have tipped the scale either way. I don't recall being "afraid" either time. I did experience a profound acceptance of being there and what it meant. I think I was more disappointed than afraid. My last experience though I remember an overwhelming feeling that I wasn't going to "go to the light". I recall thinking "this isn't my time". Luckily I was right.

Back the hell up and save your self-righteousness for someone who cares.....

Wow...this thread sure went south at a high rate of speed. Like anyone gives a damn :)

Without any undue influences, old people run in my family. 80s, 90s. I'm 52 and have had such an amazing life. Really had a cushy life relatively free of pain and drama. If I went right now, I'd have nothing to complain about. So, no. I don't worry about death. Death is the future. I try to concentrate on TODAY.

I have a friend with cystic fibrosis. She's slightly older than the mid-30s life expectancy for someone with that disease. I'm blessed to know her as she sets an amazing example of someone who works hard at getting the most out of life. This is her theme song:

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You started it, Slick, with the inane word business.

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A wonderful thought, a dream, a hope. Just great!!!

SmileWavy

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I hope my syntax/grammar makes the grade. :p

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I will drag this out again. Having know friends that died way to young, I do feel lucky to be in good health, no debt at all, and married to a wonderful woman.

Part of the definition of life is the inevitable death. Any and all living things dies 100% of the time, no exceptions. Get the most of your short life.

Yeah, I do. I think it is normal. I still remember coming to the realization in my late-20's that time was DEFINITELY passing more quickly. And then my super healthy, vibrant wife was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer at age 40. I then danced with the grim reaper for a couple years while she was treated and went for follow up visits at a major research hospital. If I was idle and awake I could almost not escape thoughts of death and dying. It sucked. I always describe it as the proverbial "monkey on your back". When we were at our lowest point, thoughts of death are an 800 lbs. Silverback gorilla breathing in your ear. Now almost 10 years later, it is a spider monkey, but more around my waist. Still there, but not feeling its hot breath in my ear every damn waking hour.

What it taught me is that there is absolutely no guarantee that you will get a tomorrow. You just assume there will be, because you have always had one up until this point. So live your life with that in mind. Do things on the bucket list now, while you still can. Death is inevitable; but focusing on it while you are alive is really just diminishing your current quality of life. Easier said than done, I know, but it is true.

If you are worried about dying then things are fine.

If you are worried about living things are not fine.

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens - Bootsy Collins/Axiom Funk