Death

Heart attack! Had a couple already. Rest of family dies somewhat young from them. Only 25% survive their first heart attack. Ha! Take that cancer 85% after 5 years survival rate type numbers.

Look back at family medical history. You will probably die the way the majority of grand-parents and older aunts, uncles and parents go.
 
I'm gonna live forever!! (what a curse that would be)

I have been with more than one family member when they passed and it is not easy. I am sorry for your loss.
 
Today a friend's sibling had a massive stroke.
It looks very bad, they are on life support and haven't regained anything.
My friend tells me their mom had died from the same thing around the same age.
My friend expects to die this way when they reach that age.
 
Its kind of weird to watch someone die.

Yes it is.

I saw one idiot burn to a crisp...Natural Gas and dynamite and pilot lights do not mix well.

I was holding my Grandmothers hand when she passed and was in the room when my father and mother died.
 
One loses count over the years when a nurse. I like to think it's a comfort, especially if family cannot get there in time, for the person to know they were not alone.
 
One loses count over the years when a nurse. I like to think it's a comfort, especially if family cannot get there in time, for the person to know they were not alone.

I agree, that has to take a toll on you though!! :rose:
 
In June, I watched my father take his last breath.
You feel so many emotions at once, and don't know what to do with any of them.
 
One loses count over the years when a nurse. I like to think it's a comfort, especially if family cannot get there in time, for the person to know they were not alone.

My father was in hospice, and I had to drive from Mexico to Minn to get there.
I knew he would wait for me.
When I got there, he had been unresponsive for days. A deep morphine coma.
I had been there less than an hour. I said, "Dad, if you can hear me, wiggle your toes"
We didn't expect anything, but in less than a minute the toes on both feet started wiggling.
I told him I was there, that we all were, and that he could go now.
Within a couple minutes, he took his last breath.
In a way, it was beautiful.
 
I was holding my Grandmothers hand when she passed and was in the room when my father and mother died.

I too was holding my grandmother's hand when she passed. While I am glad we were able to be there with her in her final moments (although I think she had been "gone" days before), it haunted me for a long time after that.
 
My father was in hospice, and I had to drive from Mexico to Minn to get there.
I knew he would wait for me.
When I got there, he had been unresponsive for days. A deep morphine coma.
I had been there less than an hour. I said, "Dad, if you can hear me, wiggle your toes"
We didn't expect anything, but in less than a minute the toes on both feet started wiggling.
I told him I was there, that we all were, and that he could go now.
Within a couple minutes, he took his last breath.
In a way, it was beautiful.

:rose:

I wish I had been there when my father died. He died alone, unexpectedly, fairly young. :(
 
:rose:

I wish I had been there when my father died. He died alone, unexpectedly, fairly young. :(

I'm pretty sure that will be my way, and actually, I prefer it to a bunch of people standing around watching me go.
It's not a good last memory.
 
I sure do hope that I do not put my loved one's through any agony when I take my last gasp. Watching someone pass is heartbreaking :(
 
People say a lot of stupid mean shit when their heart and head are in knots.
Sometimes hate is just love with a chip on it's shoulder.


Did you steal that line? Because it was pretty awesome....
 
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
 
It is. But in some ways it's an honour too. I was holding my Dad's hands as he passed and I wouldn't have it any other way.
 
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