Great thread and wonderful to see all views being respected.
I've seen a lot of death first hand over the years with a broad spectrum of experiences.
My first was in a hospital setting when a man cried out 'help me' and collapsed and died in front of me. It was distressing to see.
Years later I was involved with a fella who was cracking jokes til practically his last breath. He faced death with tremendous fortitude and I've often thought I'd like to emulate that strength.
On yet another occasion, I sat with an elderly couple while waiting for an ambulance to convey him to hospital. They had a conversation about what a great life they'd had and thanking each other for the years of companionship. I very nearly cried!
And then there was me. Woke up with an irregular heart beat one morning in 2017 but as only minor decided to go for a 30k bike ride. Not smart! Four days later I was admitted with a very fast heart rate requiring some clever heart surgery.
As the dr was consenting me, he said there was a 1:100 chance of a stroke and a 1:1000 chance if dying. I asked if people really die after which he locked eyes and said, 'oh yes'! Sobering!
I made a classic error as I was waiting for the surgery by writing down some thoughts about my funeral and sending them to a mate instead of my wife so as not to upset her. She was not a happy bunny - but pleased I was still around!
As to faith, I am certainly in that family. For those who've stated they would like to have had a faith, you can!
Very strongly agree that the mode of dying is absolutely key. I'm hoping to go to bed one night and not wake up the next morning. But not yet!
I've seen a lot of death first hand over the years with a broad spectrum of experiences.
My first was in a hospital setting when a man cried out 'help me' and collapsed and died in front of me. It was distressing to see.
Years later I was involved with a fella who was cracking jokes til practically his last breath. He faced death with tremendous fortitude and I've often thought I'd like to emulate that strength.
On yet another occasion, I sat with an elderly couple while waiting for an ambulance to convey him to hospital. They had a conversation about what a great life they'd had and thanking each other for the years of companionship. I very nearly cried!
And then there was me. Woke up with an irregular heart beat one morning in 2017 but as only minor decided to go for a 30k bike ride. Not smart! Four days later I was admitted with a very fast heart rate requiring some clever heart surgery.
As the dr was consenting me, he said there was a 1:100 chance of a stroke and a 1:1000 chance if dying. I asked if people really die after which he locked eyes and said, 'oh yes'! Sobering!
I made a classic error as I was waiting for the surgery by writing down some thoughts about my funeral and sending them to a mate instead of my wife so as not to upset her. She was not a happy bunny - but pleased I was still around!
As to faith, I am certainly in that family. For those who've stated they would like to have had a faith, you can!
Very strongly agree that the mode of dying is absolutely key. I'm hoping to go to bed one night and not wake up the next morning. But not yet!