I want to get this off my chest and see if anyone here have had similar thoughts and feelings. I've never thought I was afraid of reaching the end of my life, but I'm finding I do have some thoughts on this.
The first thing is leaving my daughter. However, I think she is more accepting now. We have our faith and trust in it. However, for me, I am concerned about never existing again in any form.
I don't want to believe the end is the end. I want to believe in an eternal soul that will live on. This is against the beliefs of my fait, but I would like to think I could go around again and choose the family I want to be born into. I would like my life to mean something and be what I have always wanted to be professionally.
Again, my worst fear is to no longer exist. I cry about that sometimes.
Hugs!
I'm not religious, so I believe when I'm gone, I'm done. But my ashes will mix with the ashes of the plants and animals that were here before me and I'm fine with that. I'm a part of that circle of life and I find that comforting.
Here is what I want on my tombstone: "He did more good in this world than harm" . And I can't resist the atheist tombstone that said, " All dressed up and no place to go".
It pleases me to think of this earthly existence as a theme park where I choose "the ride" -- or, better, the experience this trip 'round will encompass. This especially pleases me when I think of little children whose entire lives are one trip to the hospital after another.
I've had two cancers. I don't fear death...I only fear the journey.
Sally, we all have thoughts like that. Just remember to celebrate! Again today, Sally, you're on the right side of the grass. ;)
My mom has the same two conditions and just turned 92.
Wish we had an expiration date placed on us, with a button to push when we think it is time.