Interestingthe sense of death scares people. Even though we all know, that for sure, as sure as the Sun will rise tomorrow, death will come! What seems to bother us most is the sense that we dont know how it will happen. Hummmmmwill it come in our sleep (preferably)?Perhaps crossing the street as they are so opt to tell us. Maybe it will happen at worknoat home while with my familyno, while at home alone! Not at allin a hospital, all alone. We tend to think that our most beloved will be by our side, there to hold our hands and guide us through our final destination. NO! What we must remember iscan you remember your birth? Do you remember coming into existence? How aware were you of your environment, did you care about other people? How important was dying to you at that time in your lifeLOL? You say, that dependsI ask, depends on what? How you tell your story, or I tell mine?

Deep ! :P

Only thing that scares me about death is that people I love may die. Another thing is that I'm still having too much fun living right now lol but that's not a scary thing to me though.

I can't even clearly remember what I had for breakfast, LOL. Seriously, I try to concentrate on life. Death will take care of itself. I don't fear it, only in a survival sense, to avoid an early death as I do love living. :^) Time spent fearing and obsessing over the inevitable is time wasted.

the only aspect of death that scares me, is that I love living so much and enjoy everything about how I am living it now...to lose that, scares me...not that I'll be aware of what I've lost once I die, but thinking about the loss now is scarey...

I hate to think about death myself, yet the older I get the more aware of it I become. Im even really uncomfortable writing this. But Ive got concerns on my mind, even for people I hardly know. And today after reading this thread, I felt I needed to see what I refer to as my sign. Back in 1992 my cousin passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. She was almost a sister to me. I honestly dont know if what I find is a coincidence or truly a sign from her. But she was always worried about me. Several years after her passing I was going thru some other personal difficulties in life and suddenly something kept appearing and in strange places and I thought of her. It had a connection to something wed shared in our childhood. I will never tell what this sign is because I fear it would lose its meaning somehow, or possibly stop occurring. I still dont know whether I believe in an afterlife or just the cessation of existence. But today, I needed to see the sign (which I never see when Im looking for it, till today). And again it just appeared in a strange place and I just really, really hope that it isnt all an illusion and that it means that shes there on the other side still caring about me. And that shes letting me know that what Im worried about will be ok.

I'm 95% that we still go on Ang...I had a dream so vivid about 1 year after my Mom passed away that I awoke sobbing and my heart aching, and continued for an hour...my Dad has passed about 10 years before her and in this dream, I was cradling her in my arms on a beach, with my back to the water, as she was dying...I looked down and backwards towards the water through my arms and saw my Dad, young again, coming out of the water towards us...I said to my Mom "Daddy's here", knowing he was coming to get her and take her with him to the other side... some people have told me that water is a sign of life or rejuvenation and that once we cross, we are restored young and healthy again...I believe that my Mom's spirit stayed around for a year after her passing to make sure we were okay...when it was time for her to move to the next plane, my Dad came to meet her...I dont think it was just a dream, but a message from them to me...as a note, there's always been a fair amount of psychic ability in my family, me included...anyway, that's just my belief, and it is comforting to me...maybe they'll be there to meet me when it's my time :D

Bronderella, that is such a comforting thing. I've had dreams where my relatives who have passed have been there, and in the dream I was aware of this and cherished the moments I had with them in those dreams. On a lighter note... (if this was a sign, it shows that someone has a teasing sense of humor on the other side) I was having a day where I was lammenting over some big expenses. And while I was walking to my car and muttering away in my mind how I couldn't afford any toys (ie a new computer) at that exact moment I looked down and there was a beautiful blue marble. Which I picked up and thought, 'God definately has a sense of humor, providing me with a free toy like that!' But it was probably my grandfather lol, he loved to play tricks.

between diabetes, high blood pressure, morbidly high cholesterol, BPE (don't ask), living in the 'stroke belt'; unless diabetic coma sets in, I for sure will be awake when it happens..;) I've seen a few friends pass away, but hopefully I'll take after the parents and live a few more years

The only thing that worries me about dying is i'll come back to life again. Don't want to do that a second time, first time was scarey enough for me. I don't care how i die as long as it is quick and no one else suffers. It's not that we live a long life, it's that death takes a b***** long time getting here - Robbin Williams.

Occupy yourself by doing things you hate. You won't live any longer, but it'll sure seem like it. :^)

Death is the last thing I think about when i'm biking trhough the woods, i'm going to fast to even think about that. I personally don't pay much attention to death, but to living, why? simply because I don't know when death will come, so, while death comes with his huge reaper ready to get my head, i'm going to squeeze all I can from my life.

Im not sure how to explain my view. but for my tribe every day is a good day to die. only when you have not made your family and friends know how important they are to you, and you have ignored your heritage, not injoyed everyday for the blessing it is, lived honorably, is it ever a bad day to die. Death is what you make it. Ang love the marble story. funny how things work;)

The marble story is cool. Something that I've noticed is that I've never been allowed to feel sorry for myself. Every time I try, I see someone who is much worse off than myself physically; someone on crutches, in a wheelchair, with a walker, etc. It really is uncanny. (You have to understand that I've had a back injury, back surgery, an atrophied calf muscle, and periodic medical leave for some nasty flare-ups, but I've always managed to be able to walk. I try to be grateful for what I have and not wallow in self-pity.)

yep I almost always hurt my hand or fingers when I'm having negative thoughts about other people. Its quite uncanny as you put it. :-D