Death scares me...it's the one thing that could really upset me and make me go mad thinking about it. It's a deep rooted "thing" I have had since being very young and it's worse since I have had my kids, and I try not to think about it cos if I do I lie there and get so worked up and it can make me have a panic attack thinking of it.
I think it's cos no1 can do jackshit about it, its GOING to happen, and its the "forever and ever amen" bit, if I can't sleep it will come to me the idea that THIS, everything I have, my family, my life, one day I'll just not be here, and its not just for a day or week, it's the idea of eternity....
God it makes me sick thinking of it...
I can remember when I was in my mid teens, and I finally became aware of the fact that one day I would die. And the thought of that happening really disturbed me to the point that I would have mild panic attacks. It got to the point that I almost wished I'd never been born because I was so scared of the day my heart would stop and the agony I imagined laying there while the life literally evaporated from my body must be like. I was truly tortured over it.
It was a long time, like maybe close to a year or so later, that 1 thought really made a big difference and took a huge load off of my back... and that was that every single living person that has ever stepped foot on this earth or ever will, is in exactly the same shoes as I am. Everyone I've ever looked up to and admired, every great historical figure, we all have 80 or 90 years to play with, and then the gig is up, period. And I figured so long as everyone else is heading for the same destination, I might as well just enjoy the ride instead of letting one 5 minute experience ruin every other minute of my life. When it comes, it comes.
Two more memoral things brought me even deeper peace. The first was a conversation I had with my 80 year old grandmother. I asked her i she were afraid of dying and she repied, "oh goodness no, I've had a wonderful life. A full, rich, satisfying life and I have no regrets at all. So when the good lord wants to take me away, I'm ready". And I could tell she was so sincere about her words that it made me feel that if I made it to be 80 years old, that I too would be so satisfied with my life that I would no longer fear death either. I'm probably wrong, buy that gave me the impression that all old people are comfortable with the thought of dying.
The other defining moment was when the day I found out I had cancer at age 35. When I found out I had lymphoma I only had one other experience with lymphoma, and that was when my grandmother (the other one) had been diagnosed with Burkets lymphoma, and was dead 3 months after her diagnosis. So for two weeks while I was waiting for the biopcy to come back telling me what stage it was in and everything, I was thinking I had a few months to live.
Well when it came back they told me it was Hodgkin's lymphoma and it was in stage one. I also had Squamous Cell cancer on my vocal chords, and it was also stage 1. That was great news! 12 weeks of chemo & 6 weeks of radiation later and I was proclaimed cancer free!
But once you've come to terms with your own death like I had in those two weeks, you're never the same. Every day from then on is a gift. You become so much more aware of things you'd taken for granted previously. You appreciate people, places and things like never before. And you (well, I) no longer worry about meaningless fears like dying.
I say meaningless because worrying about it does nothing to change the inevitable.