I don't fear death. At some point I'm sure I will welcome it.
I've been very healthy all of my life (I'm 49) until about 2 years ago I started have stomach and colon issues. These issues kept me from doing the things I had always done, travel, camp, hike, be outside, exercise, sports, etc.To be completely honest, many days I was afraid to leave the house, something as simple and mundane as mowing the grass became a major issue. It put a huge stress on my marriage, people who have healthy guts just don't understand how a bad gut can effect quality of life, it's not entirely their fault though because people with bad guts don't generally go into great detail about their problems, they suffer in silence or hide what goes on. Anyway, several months went by and I wasn't getting any better, there were many times I planned how I was going to end it because I was tired of living the way I was. I'm glad I waited because two years later I'm much better and have leveled off to a near normal existence. This experience has changed the way I view my own death though, It's going to happen one way or the other, there are alot of things in life to fear but death is not one of them.
I remember something my BIL told me one time (he's a Pastor and has done a lot of bedside visits with terminal patients).
(Of all the people he has talked to or their death bed, not one of them has ever said "I wish I had worked more and spent less time with family and friends".
Last edited by ray h; 03-24-2014 at 07:34 PM.