My view of death is that it will be exactly like my experience before I was born. Nothingness. The experience didn't bother me in the slightest then, and it will not bother me in the slightest in the future.
I'll never forget when my great aunt's sister died. She was at the wake, standing next to the coffin and said, "Oh, Minerva. I'll see you in heaven.......if there is a heaven." I almost lost my composure. It was a really strange/comedic moment in an otherwise dour affair, especially given how Catholic my family was and all the Jesus pictures she filled her house with. Ha.
Even reading the titled of this thread made My stomach turn in knots and twists and feel sick like it does whenever I think of the nothingness
In Sumerian mythology, the dead pass through seven gates, each of which has a toll that must be paid in the form of items like clothing and such. After paying the tolls, the enter the house of the dead, where they are naked, cold and eat clay, but continue to decay until they become nothing.
Nietzche argued that one's desire for eternal recurrence is a measure of how comfortable one is with one's self, one's life and one's choices. If you're a "master", you'd choose to come back, for it is evidence that you lead a good life. A good life, of course, involved subjugating the weak by his standards.
after death actually doesn't scare me, I don't want to have a funeral or be buried, cemeteries feel like such a waste of land to me, just cremate me and you can mourn me at your own speed
I don't really think about myself dying much anymore. I used to. But I think about my dad going and it terrifies me. I don't know what I would do. It's just so scary.
I think about my dad dying constantly. At least once a week if not more. It's a very real source of anxiety. I usually think of him getting shot or being in a car accident and getting that call. Idk why I do that.
Uggh I bet I'll start thinking of those things as he gets older. He's like 45 so I've never had to think much about the aging process but I know I'll be a wreck when that comes.
My dad has Parkinson's so I'm constantly waiting for that call. I think about it way more than is healthy.
Omg I hope he's doing okay now!! My dad hasn't had medical problems yet but he also waffles with taking care of himself. He'll be super healthy and exercise for a few months and then go back to fast food every day. I am not ready for when the medical issues arise
I worry about losing loved ones. If I check out before them, I still worry about them. That generally sums up my thoughts on the matter. I believe I'm here once. Until my time runs out, I'll do my best to experience as much as I can. If it comes tomorrow, well then I hope I made the most of it.
Only thing I sometimes worry about is that due to having so many siblings, it feels like there's a higher chance one of us would suffer an untimely death. And I really hope that doesn't happen, for the sake of my parents. Watching them go through that would be extremely hard.
Now that I have a baby I think about death more than I used to. It has always frightened me, the idea of losing my parents and my sisters, but now the thought of losing my wife or my child is utterly terrifying. I also worry about my own death and the fear of an early demise leaving my son without a father. I lost grandparents when I was a child, but never truly felt the full weight of it until I lost my last grandmother at the age of 20. It was the first death I ever saw and it was nothing at all like I expected. She was only in her sixties and was very healthy. Without warning she was suddenly beset by this very rare stomach disease I cannot completely recall. They had to fly in a specialist because no one was very familiar with the surgical procedure. Unfortunately the surgery did nothing and mere days after it she was in the hospital on her deathbed. I remember her breathing getting shallower as time wore on and we were all standing around her. Eventually, she took in one more breath and then...nothing. No exhale. No inhale. Gone. Just like that. Some blood poured out of her mouth as we all realized she'd left us and the nurse cleaned it up. And that was it. So yeah, I fear death. And all the ideas surrounding it are of little comfort to me. Reincarnation has only ever made me sorrowful for the life and loves I would leave behind. If I am reincarnated and so are my parents and my sisters and my wife and eventually my son, we will not all be in the same place and we will not remember each other. If I, in all likelihood, die before my son then he will mourn my loss and I will be reborn somewhere far away as something or someone else with no memory of him and eventually he will do the same. My parents will be with some other family and so will my sisters. My wife will love someone else in a new life and so will I. I don't know. It's just never been a comforting theory.
One of my ex-coworkers died. She used to give me rides home from work before I had a car and she helped me with the job. We weren't close now and I haven't talked to her in years cause she transferred somewhere else and I'm not there anymore. The last time we spoke was a mutual's bday and afterwards she text me "Kiana? It was killing me wondering why you looked familiar but I couldn't remember who you were," I didn't respond because I was insulted/embarrassed I had spoken to her at the party not realizing she didn't remember me. That seems silly now. idk it is what it is. I rarely ever saw her so I'll probably forget she's dead and keep an eye out for her next time I'm on the rez, which is what I always do. It feels weird.