Do you fear death?
When my father died I was at an early age of 11 years, and it was then that I found out what death meant.
I knew he was gone forever. He would never come back. I could not wrap my mind around it.
Death terrifies and fascinates me. I try to push it down into a dark corner of my mind and it only resurfaces from time to time. It's number being quite a bit less than the many times one touches their face during a day.
I have sought answers for so long. Sometimes I get a small glimpse. Then they vanish into that deep dark abyss of what my reality knows will be.
It will be a nothing. Blackness. I don't suppose I will retain any conscious thought so it won't frighten me then as it does now. Still it is inevitable.
And what about all the people who have after life experiences? They remember with their last thoughts the picture of the room, see themselves on the table, journey outward and back in.
Is the soul nothing but energy? And this energy is thrust upon the world as a mass that is defined as human? Would the soul simply dissipate after the heart stops or the brain dies? So many questions. I guess one day I'll know for a brief moment. Or will I?
I only desire to spend the last few years with another who is of kindred spirit, mind, and thought. Who will hold me as I slip away and say you will not be forgotten.