I was fourteen when I died for the first time.
I think we're all afraid of death. I think, for those of us who are fortunate enough to grow old, it's something we eventually come to terms with. Growing old isn't guaranteed, and this is something I know better than a lot of people. For me, it's not so much the fear of death itself as it is the uncertainty. Nobody can tell me what will happen to me when I'm dead. It's something I've thought about a lot. It's something I still think about a lot.
During the times when my body gets the sickest, I've thought about my funeral. I've thought about the things my family will say about me. It really isn't as dreary as it sounds, thinking about your own death. Some people don't have to worry much about it. For others, it's always an unanswered question at the back of the mind.
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