In my twenties, I never thought about death. I never thought about dying. Even when nearly killed, I was sure I would live forever and be happy.
In my forties, I began thinking about death as my folk and friends began to die, and I developed a sudden fear of dying. I didn’t want to die viewing it as unfair.
Now, in my sixties, I know that I will die one day. My greatest fear isn’t of death itself, or even what lays beyond, rather that I’ll die alone in an uncomfortable bed, mindless of myself and those I love.
I have a friend whose mom is in the “mindless” state right now. It’s really hard for him. I really hope they get cures for Alzheimers and similar diseases soon.
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It only takes one relative with dementia to cause that last fear.
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HI Tom, the evolution of thought about death you have expressed here is how I feel too. I haven’t reached 60 yet, but I could project that this is how I will feel.
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