Afraid of death

As the old saying goes Chas, “It’s in the lap of the Gods”, The only good thing is, if T>S>H>T>F> I will be under, and out.
But lets not dwell on that.
Jim.
Lincoln .7

Good luck, Linc – as I think I posted previously. I am confident that you will be back here – in the flesh, not from the ether – annoying us and amusing us by turns!;):cool:

I couldn’t agree more, with your statement.I am facing a megga big surgery Op in July at Addenbrooks, the Surgeon has stated that there is a 10 to 20% chance of success, as he has never had to perform this particular Op before, even though he is the top surgeon there in Cardio Vascular Ops.It’s very complicated due to a big op I had 25 yrs ago.
So guys, IF I don’t make it, I guarantee, I will come back and annoy you lot, by keeping on Posting, Then that will prove whether there IS life after death.:D Keep smiling, and don’t let the Bu**ers get you down.

Jim.
Lincoln .7

Am I afraid of death? Sometimes. When I think about it and it spooks me. Mostly no. I just accept it and try to live a happy life.
I’m changing my attitude to life and trying to live it more thoroughly.
You know, worrying about bills. Not going out because you need to put some savings away. Stressing over something trivial at work.
Now I’m more `sod it, lifes too short`. I’ll ignore people at work, leave on time and take my partner to the pictures.
I think we should all try and live a bit more. Stop to look at the sky, stare at that snail on the patio, stroke next doors cat, stand in the rain.
We don’t realize what’s important in life until it’s too late.

At school in the 1950’s my german teacher related a story from when he was learning the language himself as a student at a University in pre-war Nazi Germany which reflects their view of death so influenced by the philosophy of Nietzsche. His lecturer said you English are afraid of death. You shrink from it but we Germans look forward to death. It is simply the reverse side of life, the other side of the coin. It is even acknowledged in our respective languages. How so asked the shocked student. The lecturer responded thus. You English say that you die from something whereas we say we die towards something. The German verb for to die is zu sterben and zu means toward.
Even today we can find similar distorted views. The suicide bomber who believes he will go to paradise enjoying the favours of virgins. The receptive can be so easily fooled. Was it not Houdini who said if there is a way back I shall find it. Before his death he left a code known only to him which was only to be opened if a medium claimed to have received his communication of it. He never did escape whatever lies on the other side.

well my grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep at 9.15 this morning, the same however cannot be said of the 46 passengers on his bus !!

Yes I suppose you might be right. For me I prefer the absolute certainty of death. Make the best of it while you are here and then that’s it.

It is a belief/hope not a fact,i suspect it makes each individual feel more secure i guess.

Interesting and not meaning to be provocative but I have never understood what that last sentence means. Others have said it and when I ask how they can believe it but not know what it is the discussion fades out. As one who emphatically does not believe I cannot comprehend the indeterminate belief in something indescribable.:)

When I die I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather … not screaming like the rest of the passenger in his car.:highly_amused:

No I’m not scared of death just how it will happen. Yes I believe there is something after death – just not sure what.

Think you would pass out first, burning would worry me… I actually died when I was 9, mum thought I was skiving school, by the time the doc was called my appendix had burst and I pegged it for a few mins on the slab…… The good news ( for you lot ) is they brought me back. 🙂

im afraid of drowning that’s all :rolleyes:

I am personally not surprised. Impressive and inexplicable.

As for my experience, I came to no particular conclusion at the time. There were two subsequent and un-related incidents which meant that I was given some accurate information by people who did not know me or my circumstances and who could not possibly have known or been able to estimate the truthfulness of that information.

I’m old enough to say to myself: “Never say never “

I’m not afraid of death, just the manner of it’s arrival.
I’ve seen plenty of it in my time, and it ain’t always pretty–in fact, hardly ever.
I also know from experience that the dead can’t hurt you, only the living can do that.
I confess though, and I’m not ashamed to admit it, there’s been plenty of times when I’d have welcomed it coming to me.

John.

I can’t comment on the two incidents I am going to relate other than to say it is a true record of my perception of these events. Both happened in the same side room of the same ward just weeks apart in time. One occurred whilst working nights and the other happened on a sunny Sunday afternoon. It might also be appropriate to add that these incidents occurred in a time when the NHS employed, in the main, enough nursing staff that you could give people a little more of your time during their final hours.

I was working nights and in this particular side room we had a man who was dying. He was not for the 2’s and so the care given was wholly palliative in nature. it was getting close to the end but we thought he may have had another few days in him. During handover, it was reported that this man, we’ll call him BOB although that wasn’t his real name, had become quite agitated and was obviously mithering about something. When we on nights asked what he was worried about we were told that it had something to do with tomatoes. People mither about the strangest things when facing the end. We were fortunate that on that particular night there were enough of us on duty that we were able to ‘special’ Bob, meaning that one or other of us was with him all night. As things happened, from the time I entered his room at about 1:30 am, I was not to leave his room again till just after 6 am when he died. At about 1:30 am there was a bit of a commotion from his room. I went in and Bob was obviously upset and agitated and his locker draw was wide open and he had knocked a vase of flowers over into the open draw. There was water everywhere. Obviously we had to try and calm him down and clean up. This necessitated completely emptying his locker and cleaning everything up. We managed to calm him down and by this time it was myself and the nurse in charge in the room with him. He asked if he could have one of the tomatoes his family had brought in from his greenhouse. I told him there weren’t any but he was very insistent. My colleague said she would see if she could get any from the kitchen. Bob was again very insistent that there was a pound of tomatoes in a brown paper bag and that he’d be obliged if I would just pass him one from the drawer. My colleague told me to remove the drawer and show him it was empty just to pacify him. So when I opened the drawer there was a brown paper bag with half a dozen ripe tomatoes in it! Bob ate one, just like an apple, with the juice dripping down his chin. With that, he settled and was content. A couple of hours later he took a turn for the worse and we called in his family and he died just before 6.

I never left that room from 1:30 am until after I had completed Last Offices (we all have our own individual little routine for that) and part of that routine is a last check of the locker and those tomatoes were not there, nor were they in the bin. I have no explanation for the incident. The only thing that would placate Bob that night was one of his greenhouse tomatoes. And somehow he got one.

I’ll relate the other incident after i’ve got rid of my headache.

Regards,

kev35

With no disrespect to you or your family there is never any explanation for experiences such as yours, because the experience is usually a “one-off”.
Like your sister I have been in the presence of individuals who have seen “something” and I have not.
The imagination is a strong sense.
Has your experience affected how you feel about the OP’s question?

Chaps,

Put your own construction on this.

My sister and I were at my mother’s bedside at the moment she died. She was in a hospital bed with sheets and blankets covering her. At the moment of death, a thin dark line like the waters edge of an advancing tide, moved up from where her feet would be, and on top and at the same time thru’ the bed coverings, exited at her head.

I said to my sister did you see that? My sister said: “See what? “. She saw nothing. I leant over and kissed my mother. That was that.

The sequel to this is that some years later, a new girl friend who, had some undisclosed ability as an alleged medium said to me when we were driving someplace: ” There is a woman here who says that she is your mother and thanks you for the kiss when she passed away”.

Yea getting old is horrifying.

So if i die what am I going to be? A animal or insect?

Every atom on this planet comes from star dust, you just break down into atoms again…. eventually.

Woody Allen I think.

Moggy

The best comment I’ve ever heard (and, to my shame, I can’t remember his name) was, “I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”