Well Dottore, those are some pretty heavy thoughts for 5am Thursday morning! (or maybe you're posting from Germany today?)
I have convinced myself not to fear death itself (we'll see how that holds up when the time comes!) I rationalize that I was not the least aware of anything prior to my birth and will most likely be just as unaware following my demise.
The angst of missing out on all the wonders of this life does give me pause. I cannot imagine not seeing my family anymore or the smell of fresh cut grass (even if it is on the green I just double bogeyed) or a sunset. But that is a conscious 'fear'. When I am no longer conscious I will not even be aware that I had children or sucked at golf. I should think the greater loss would be for the survivors of a lost one. They have to deal with the sorrow of loss, not the deceased.
Quote:
"Anyman's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind"
~John Donne
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My boys have asked if there really is a God and Heaven (they are 7 and 10). I answered them that many people believe so, but I can't say for sure. I did ask them to think about what it was like waiting to be born and if they were at all scared then. I could tell the gears were turning because they got really quiet in the back seat.
