We are all heading thee. But do you resign yourself to it, or try to blank it and wait? I've told the tale about my grandma about to die before, but she is just such a stubborn cow and won't give in. Even at 96. So after a long convo with my mum (who is very distressed) we had a chat, and talked (probably the longest i've spoken to my mum on the phone for a long time) To cut a long story short, she was finally laughed, and has resigned herself to what is gong to happen. It's been put off for months now,, but still she clings on. It must have been hard hard for them to say 'no hospital etc' She's in no pain, and it's her time. Death is ****, but we are alll going there. Anyone pre planned? ps, no rip posts
As you said, we all know it's coming but we don't want to know when or how. Having had a couple of throbs in my time I've never laid there and thought bugger gonna buy it here and don't say it's your nans time cos it probably isn't yet.
Our culture tries to hide death from us, especially nowadays with medical science prolonging life further and further. But dying is as natural as being born. Live life, be grateful for every moment (even the **** stuff), know that you’re going to die, accept it don’t fear it. Easier said than done, obvs.
Only guarantee in life is death. Try to enjoy each day. I've had a couple of close calls, I've never really thought of it as "could have been dead there". Just cracked on with life like the rest of the creatures that inhabit this earth.
I’ve listened to scores of people who have died and have had “near death” experience. In almost every case, the experience has changed that person’s life. They have become less materialistic, and more concerned about the welfare of others and of the planet. Many have described the experience as being like “stepping into another room.” Many have said that once they left their body, they did not want to return to it. There is a video on YouTube of a very informative lecture given by a former hospice nurse of her study of people dying. I recommend everyone to watch it, as it will bring comfort to anyone who has a relative who is in the dying process. If all of these people are to be believed, then the death of our body and the shifting of our conscious back to its natural state is something to be celebrated, not feared.
you are a **** , but listen fella it's the only guarantee in life and I wish you and your family all the best in that respect … stick together don't all fall out like most families after a death. death will happen to us all and there's a unlimited amount of gruesome and unimaginable suffering coming our way , so ****ing bring it on is my policy ! just try to enjoy the bit before.
ADVANCED WARNING - EXCEPTIONALLY LONG READ Pretty dark thread, Comm. My thoughts for what it's worth. Likely I've had more reason to contemplate it than most on here. Back in 2017 when I was told by a cardiologist that I was probably facing at least a triple heart bypass it still didn't really sink in until I saw the surgeon. He told me that he would be admitting me six days later and operating the following day. So went home with one week until the op and now realise I was actually in a bit of shock but it hadn't really kicked in properly. Was a nice week weather wise. Sat out in the garden during the day with our young dog and the thoughts start to run through your head. Moods go from upbeat and optimistic to reflective and a bit obsessive. Is this my last week of this existence? - I was particularly scared about being put under. What if I don't come round after? Had a knee op at 19 and always vowed that I'd never be put under again. So much for that then - can't dodge it. My cell phone was constantly ringing. Family and friends wishing the best and offering me what reassurance they could. My mum's last surviving sister assuring me how much medical science had come on since my father died aged 49 from a heart attack. Oh ****. You try and put your affairs in order the best you can. Signed a will. Told the missus where everything was in the loft and what things from my family had any value. Didn't seem very much. All very rushed and left me feeling frustrated, even angry, that I hadn't enough time to do all the things I thought I should. Mild panic about having forgotten something important. Eldest daughter came over and stayed a night. Hardest thing was the goodbyes. Day of the admission came - took the youngest 2 to school - needed things to feel 'normal'. Drove home and spent next couple of hours in the garden with the missus and the dog - time to leave. Had the missus drive me to the station but stay in the car. Put my holdall on my shoulder skipped up the stairs to cross the platform and waived to the missus. I was adamant that I didn't want anyone at the hospital with me. If things did go wrong didn't want their last memory being me on a trolley going down to theatre. Checked in and remember thinking - still loads of time. Made a few calls, read my book. Nurse comes and helps you to start prep. Had shower with anti-bac shampoo. Nurse shaves your chest and inner thighs on both legs - they may need to 'harvest' veins. Sign disclaimer- a million ways to die at the Royal Brompton. Sobering. Read book, try and take mind off thoughts running through head. Make evening calls feeling some relief that you will speak again in the morning before the **** happens - that thought enabled sleep. Wake. Make calls - say goodbyes. Another shower. By this time the fight kicks in. Vow to come through it ... but just in case a few mental words to God and those that have gone before me. Pre-med administered. Wake. Get in there! Relief. Discomfort. One step at a time to recover. Certainly a changed perspective and outlook on life from that point. More appreciative of others, especially family. Take in every little wonder of nature. Vow to enjoy every good time and experience. Find it a lot easier to ignore trivial irritations, although little time for fools. Smile ruefully at those that take a day off work with a runny nose.
If i have any organs left that aren't ****ed, or other body parts that are of any use people are welcome to them. May as well be of use in death, I'll be dead it'll be of no use to me