[onewhippedpuppy]

Originally Posted by aigel

In my younger years I used to panic just thinking about my own death. But I get less and less worried with age. Once death has started to chip away at your body and you realize you will never be 20 again, the unavoidable path forward becomes clearer every birthday, decade, milestone of your life.

Only two things that currently worry me:

1) Going too early, while a young family still needs you.

2) Dying slowly, bedridden for years, with pain and being a financial and emotional drain on your family.

Think of it this way: Ideally you are going to be old, with a worn out body, many of your friends dead and it will be obvious that death is the last chapter. I have witnessed this many times. People are ready by that time. Life is more miserable than death, once your body is spent. You will know when it is time to stop taking your meds, tip the nurse and ask her to be generous on the morphine.

Let's just make the time count that we are here.

G

I'm with you there George. I hate to think what life would be like for my wife and kids (3, 6, 9) if I died. I'm sure they would get by, but it would be very difficult on my wife as I provide 90% of our income. My grandmother is living #2 in the Alzheimer's wing of a nursing home, she became too much for my parents to take care of in their home. I honestly wish she would get her wish and die, being bedridden and senile is not living.

My grandfather lived to 83, and was still working 40+ hours per week at the business that he built from nothing. Still doing things he enjoyed, still mobile, still mentally with it. He died of a heart attack in his sleep. THAT is the way to go.