If you are worried about living or dying, things are not fine.

Being aware of your mortality is not a bad thing. After my parents died within 15 months of each other it became real clear real fast that my time on this earth was limited. It was also clear that I was well past the half way point. All this did was make me appreciative of the time I have had and the time I have left, however long that is.

Worried? Nope. I don't worry about things that are out of my control. Am I scared of dying? No, I am not. What does scare me is the thought of living in this world without my best friend and wife.

This might be something that a person worries about more when they're in their 40's and 50's, or if they suddenly lose some acquaintances or family members.

I'm 68 and don't worry about it at all. The last bout of worry I had was a few years ago when I almost hit a deer on my bike. But the worry went away over time.

You'll get through it. Just eat healthy and try to stay fit.

Same here...like other people's grammar. :p

One of my cases, back in the spring was a 43y/o male found dead on his front step. Long time Tri-athelete, did crossfit, awesome shape, etc, etc... just came back from a run. Also a brother firefighter. All I can remember during my interview with the family, was his teenage daughters screaming and crying, how " there is no way he could have died, because he was too young, so healthy and took care of himself, somebody did this to him. There was no way they could possibly live without him". Had to be restrained to keep them away from the body.

Was a tough one. I had to walk away, gain my composure a bit and come back to finish.
Guy had an underlying medical issue we found during autopsy. Unknown to him or his MD.

One of the eye-opening ones for me.



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The old "when your number is up" holds true despite the medical science of today. I have an abdominal artery aenurisym (sp?) it's monitored on a yearly basis, but I know if it pops I'd bleed out in minutes. Like I said earlier, when death happens, it'll happen. In the meantime, I try to enjoy life in a manner of my choosing. Hell, I've already had a better run than many of my peers. I'm thankful for that.

The old "when your number is up" holds true despite the medical science of today.
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This is the best thread ever. I started worrying about death before I got out of my 20's. I saw friends die around me from car and motorcycle wrecks.

Car safety is huge with me. I never ride motorcycles anymore, and I LOVE to ride.

Too scared.

My biggest worries are leaving behind my small children. Weighs heavy on me, so I'm always scoping my surroundings.

As someone who was raised Catholic, I'm far from at peace with myself. I'll leave it at that.....I don't know what to think anymore......

I think about it more now at 54, but not worried. I used to worry about it more than I do now. When the kids were young and our family was growing, me being around was very important. My biggest priority in life going back to a young age was to have a happy, honorable family. At this stage, the kids are grown and stable and growing families of their own. My job growing the family is 90% done - the last 10% is spending quality time with everyone. If I were to keel over today I would be satisfied. I'd rather stick around much longer though as long as quality of life is good.

I was raised Catholic, 12 years in a Catholic Academy taught by the Sisters of St. Joseph. I was even an alter boy.
I'm pleased to say that I'm no longer under the influence of that guilt-laden programmed docility.
Maturation - Liberation. It was a good thing, a coup really, to finally allow myself to become the person who I was meant to be...rather than remain a slave to religiosity.

I was as well (8 instead of 12), although I asked too many questions to qualify as an Alter Boy. Sister Peter Ellen was convinced I was not the right kid for the job. I, and no doubt the Parish, appreciated her insight.

Listen, folks, the only time you'll know if you are afraid of dying is when you are, in fact, dying. I have seen it go many ways, unexpected.

Both my children were Alter Servers, BTW...no such thing as an Alter Boy these days.

Everybody wants to go to heaven,
But nobody wants to die...
I don't know why...

Peter Tosh



I believe that natural deaths are a peaceful passing over to "whatever" is beyond. Hospice nurses have much insight into this matter...one of my ex longtime girlfriends was one...we talked about it some...interesting stuff.

Death is as natural as living...fear of it is a human thing :)

I don't worry about other people's grammar. I made a comment about one particular grammar mistake and mentioned it was a pet peeve. Saying it is a pet peeve acknowledges that it is a personal problem on my part. I normally would let is go about 99.99% of the time. But this thread had taken a turn for the worse and I figured I would change tracks.....

I might have mentioned this before. Years back I read a Reader's Digest article about a multi car pile up on Hwy 401 close to St. Catharines Ontario( or close by). Among the pile up of cars was a girl of 16 trapped in the ensuing fire. Some of her final words were "I am too young to die".

We're all just poking fun at ya man....Bob's initial post was in green and you took it personal (I think, based upon your reply). No biggie...now back to a lighter topic...death :)

I have had moments of fear of dying, but those were all on the highways. In truth I quit riding two wheels because I realized the "nut holding the handlebars" was not to be trusted.
In the past 19 years, I have said, "Goodbye" to Father, Mother, good friends and co-workers and three brothers. I miss them all, but tend not to worry about my future.
Yesterday, I had lunch with a group of (mostly octogenarian) cousins and siblings. There are certainly some good genes in the family tree and I manage to avoid most of the early killers
When thoughts t.urn to the end, my worst fear is losing my beloved partner of 42 years. I know it will come, as will the end of time for all of us.
I'm only in my 60's, so as I said, I tend not to waste a lot of time on the subject. (She is the official worrier in the family.)

Best
Les

The way I see it is no one is getting out of this alive. Live life, enjoy those around you and when your time comes it comes.

I've been realistic about it since my father died, at an age I consider young, 67.

The only time I was 'scared' of dying was when we had a considerable business loan than we (my brother and I) didn't want to land on our estate(wives), so we took out sizeable life insurance policies for peace of mind.

Ah optimism. A breath of fresh air......:)

Just givin' you some jazz. ;)
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BTW, "I normally would let is go about 99.99% of the time."
Would that be, " I normally would let it go about 99.99% of the time." ?

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