I’m afraid of dying now. Because i’m so young and have so much to live for – have a young baby. I’m not actually scared of dying, I hope that it will be peaceful and then finally we know what happens after life – however I really really want to have the chance to finish this life to the full and watch my little baby grow up and hopefully have another one.
Sometimes. Though I think the fear is perhaps to do with anticipated disappointment that I may not have done all the things I wanted to do by then – or will miss the people I love.
But sometimes, and I guess this is due to my advancing years (I am 46), not so much.
I remember getting on a bus the day after the Tube and bus bombings in London in July 2005. I hesitated for a moment before getting on the bus but then thought ‘sod it, I’m getting on.’ In part I think I was able to take that attitude because I have already done a few things with my life – done some science, published a few papers, got married and had children. If I was younger, I suspect I might have thought differently.
This is a deep question, I wanted to say “no” straight away, but I thought it might be a bit of a lie. I’m not scared of death, but dying in pain and/or confusion is scary, and I hope that when death comes it takes me quickly or relatively painlessly at least.
I don’t think I worry about death as much as some people, and I am very happy to have seen so much and done so many interesting things already. I think being alive here and now and being conscious of the world around me is wonderful. It makes me feel very grateful, but I don’t know who to say thank you to.
I’m afraid of being in pain, and i’m afraid of what my happen to my family, but I can see that a quiet demise at old age, in my own bed, surrounded by grieving but generally cheerful family and friends, but not for ages and ages!
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