I suppose it is natural that with my various health conditions, my thoughts may turn to thoughts of dying, possibly a little more often than would the thoughts of most others.
Somehow it almost seems the thought of dying or ceasing to exist in this physical world are almost beyond comprehension. When I refer to ceasing to exist I am talking only of the physical most definitately not the spiritual. As I ramble here I am talking only of the physical being.
I am not sure, is it that the thought of dying is almost like an abstract thought of something far, far in the future. It is that far, far in the future thought that is the tricky bit. Reality is that none of us know how much or how long of a future we have on this physical world. Anyone’s “future” being time on this earth could be only a matter of minutes. How are we to know? Well there is no way we can know, it is just a fact of nature we must accept, that applies to every single person. I think that is the one and only thing every single person has in common. Our time will come and we will pass from this world. There is no question there, the only question is the when.
As I sit here at the computer today. I can say, I believe I have come to terms with things to the point I do not fear dying. By that I mean I am comfortable with what I believe awaits in the afterlife. Now having said that, I must admit I do have fear of the dying process. The physical transitions from this life form to the next. I suppose it is the transition stage I fear and dread the very thought of. Spiritual beliefs give a guide or understanding of the afterlife. We are all familiar with the physical life as we are living it. That leaves the transition period, the time of passing from one world to the next as a blank in my mind. The big unknown time period.
I have never been present to witness a “death”, the passing from one world to the other. As is everyone in this world unique, so would I imagine is their passing, but I don’t know.
I am not unique in any way so I can only imagine that as these thoughts plague me, so must they for many others.
I am making a personal direct appeal to any and all that may read this, both for myself and for the many that would benefit and be comforted by the sharing of any stories you may have. I am looking for loving inspirational stories you may wish to share about the passing of a loved one. Possibly the days leading up to the passing and of the actually physical event as seen through your eyes.
Sharing such memories, I know will benefit me and I am sure many others. Please, share with me.