Death

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.

Well, My grandmother was a...a...um, maybe not larger than life exactly but a notable person and personality for sure.

She not only was not worried about dying but looked forward to it. She was a Christen lady born with the bark on.

She arrived in Texas via a covered wagon in the late 1800's. She married and had six kids. Her husband "Joseph Sterling Squyers" died in 1936 during the Great Depression leaving her to raise the kids and manage several hundred acres of farm land.

One of the many memories of her is her talking about God, Jesus and how she was looking forward to seeing Joseph again. Her face would light up and almost shine.

As much as I miss her I know where she is and I know she is happy and that I will see here again too...and meet my long lost Grandfather.
 
Once she stopped wiggling after I put the pillow on her face it was all fine for me.
 
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.
This made me tear up, for I know the strength people have, and will hold on to that last grip of life to see someone that one last time.


Well, My grandmother was a...a...um, maybe not larger than life exactly but a notable person and personality for sure.

She not only was not worried about dying but looked forward to it. She was a Christen lady born with the bark on.

She arrived in Texas via a covered wagon in the late 1800's. She married and had six kids. Her husband "Joseph Sterling Squyers" died in 1936 during the Great Depression leaving her to raise the kids and manage several hundred acres of farm land.

One of the many memories of her is her talking about God, Jesus and how she was looking forward to seeing Joseph again. Her face would light up and almost shine.

As much as I miss her I know where she is and I know she is happy and that I will see here again too...and meet my long lost Grandfather.
This made me tear up with pride of hope. She had it, gobs of it, and I love that about people.



I told my boys that when it's time, and they can't find me around the house, to just grab a wagon and head down the tracks. I will die at my favorite spot by a stream, just behind my house. This I believe.
 
I've seen quite a few people die (or immediately after dying). I can't say that at any time I thought it was weird. Other feelings though, ranging from grossed out to very sad.
 
Yes. Its a part of life, but still sad. :(

It makes you wonder how you're going to die.

I'm very sorry for your loss.:rose:

Mortality is always more relevant when we have someone leave us but it's always there and inescapable. Concentrate on the things you can do to make your life better.
 
I witnessed a car accident once when I was very young. My mother, who had just arrived home from working at the hospital, called for an ambulance and then rushed out to see if she could do anything to help while waiting for them to get there. I remember the two people in the front seats screaming and crying, but I noticed the guy in the back had not moved. Finally the ambulance arrived and they pulled the two out but left the young man in the backseat. So much was happening around me and I was terribly frightened, but somehow I managed to reach inside the car, which had flipped upside down, to feel for any sign of life. I just remember that his cheek was literally resting on his shoulder. Otherwise, he was untouched. No cuts or anything. I could not let go of him. Even when I heard my mother frantically call my name. She physically pulled me out and away from the car and I crumbled in her arms. She had not realized that I'd followed her to the wreckage.

It was the first time I'd ever witnessed death. An incredibly haunting moment that, to this day, sends chills down my spine. I'll never forget. Took me a long time to get over it.
 
You don't get to say good bye often with heart attacks. You just get a phone call. Had a quick peek in room where my mum's body was. Got out real fast. Was at back of funeral home and caught glimpse of my dad in his casket. Eyes exploded in tears yet again. Didn't try to see my brother's body. Probably should have for the confirmation. Had two occasions were I swore I was seeing him alive. Just a resemblance or hopeful thinking.

That wasn't my mum lying on that cold table or my dad in his casket. My mum is standing at the kitchen counter baking with Chopper, our dog, by her feet. My dad is in his shop with his apron, flat cap and wood turning chisels and lathe. My brother sits at the front of the boat smoking a Cuban, listening to Floyd's Wish You Were Here, drinking Scotch and trolling for pickerel.

https://vimeo.com/69739464
Wish you were here. :(
 
Them deaths that are prepared for, are easier to deal with. Like when someone is on their death bed and you had weeks or months to come to terms with what is going to happened.

It's those unprepared deaths that are hard to swallow. Like when you were just laughing, playing and joking with them, and then the next minute they're dead. It's nothing that can prepare you for watching someone you love struggle for their life. Watching them fade away knowing there is nothing that you can do. Sitting in the ER waiting room with blood all over your shirt, just to hear that he didn't make it. Seeing his mother break down, hearing her cries of pain and knowing that nothing you do or say will not make her feel any better. Knowing that nothing you do can take her pain away, knowing that nothing you do can bring her son back. And the worst part is knowing that that could've been you in that ER room, and knowing that that could be your mother breaking down. I can deal with death when I knew for a while that the person was going to die. It's the witnessing unexpected, spilt seconds deaths that always play in the back of my mind. Those are the ones that you cannot forget.
 
Them deaths that are prepared for, are easier to deal with. Like when someone is on their death bed and you had weeks or months to come to terms with what is going to happened.

It's those unprepared deaths that are hard to swallow. Like when you were just laughing, playing and joking with them, and then the next minute they're dead. It's nothing that can prepare you for watching someone you love struggle for their life. Watching them fade away knowing there is nothing that you can do. Sitting in the ER waiting room with blood all over your shirt, just to hear that he didn't make it. Seeing his mother break down, hearing her cries of pain and knowing that nothing you do or say will not make her feel any better. Knowing that nothing you do can take her pain away, knowing that nothing you do can bring her son back. And the worst part is knowing that that could've been you in that ER room, and knowing that that could be your mother breaking down. I can deal with death when I knew for a while that the person was going to die. It's the witnessing unexpected, spilt seconds deaths that always play in the back of my mind. Those are the ones that you cannot forget.

While I have never been in the situation you are discussing, I agree it is the sudden, unexpected ones that can shake you to your core. One of my dearest friends was visiting me and we were discussing her upcoming
wedding, a big life event of mine, etc. Later that night she called to tell me her fiance had been killed - while she was at my house. I don't mean to make her loss about me but the guilt I had, that perhaps if she hadn't been here he'd still be alive. We were so young then...and I think we both aged quite suddenly after that experience.

And I hope you aren't putting yourself in those situations still...
 
While I have never been in the situation you are discussing, I agree it is the sudden, unexpected ones that can shake you to your core. One of my dearest friends was visiting me and we were discussing her upcoming
wedding, a big life event of mine, etc. Later that night she called to tell me her fiance had been killed - while she was at my house. I don't mean to make her loss about me but the guilt I had, that perhaps if she hadn't been here he'd still be alive. We were so young then...and I think we both aged quite suddenly after that experience.

And I hope you aren't putting yourself in those situations still...

Truth be told, I would always be in these types of situations as long as I continue to live here. People don't understand how quickly and sudden you could lose your life here.

But honestly, you have no reason to feel guilty about the situation. Maybe if she wasn't with you, then maybe she would've got killed with him. Shit happens. And you can't kick yourself over something you don't have control of.
 
T doesn't want me to be here to see her die. We talked quite frankly about it and she wants me to be home, surrounded by my kids and grandbabies when it happens.
So I am leaving tomorrow morning.... :(
 
T doesn't want me to be here to see her die. We talked quite frankly about it and she wants me to be home, surrounded by my kids and grandbabies when it happens.
So I am leaving tomorrow morning.... :(

Do you see that same look in her face that you do in her Mum's, that she wishes you were the one dying instead of her?
 
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.

Her sib died this weekend. :(

Sudden death is incredibly shocking and much harder to come to terms with.
There is survivor guilt and a bunch of if onlys of things that might have saved them.
 
Isn't it swell that so many have become so spoiled that they soak in the luxury of sitting around and pontificating about how hurtful and shocking death is, when not so long ago, in a less entitled time, unintentional death simply had to be dealt with as the fact of life it naturally is.

The socialist feminization of culture continues: shock and dismay equally displayed whether it's the death of a loved one or some unmet in People magazine; while, out of the other side of their starving souls, they champion the intentional killing of totally innocent babes.

The dead truly do delight in burying their own.
 
Isn't it swell that so many have become so spoiled that they soak in the luxury of sitting around and pontificating about how hurtful and shocking death is, when not so long ago, in a less entitled time, unintentional death simply had to be dealt with as the fact of life it naturally is.

The socialist feminization of culture continues: shock and dismay equally displayed whether it's the death of a loved one or some unmet in People magazine; while, out of the other side of their starving souls, they champion the intentional killing of totally innocent babes.

The dead truly do delight in burying their own.

That is total bull. My late relatives talked to me about sudden death in their lives in the early 1900's and it affected them no less. I don't know about death of unknowns, although I understand Roosevelt's death was quite upsetting for the entire US.

People having early miscarriages however, seemed to be dealt with a lot less sense of loss.
 
Isn't it swell that so many have become so spoiled that they soak in the luxury of sitting around and pontificating about how hurtful and shocking death is, when not so long ago, in a less entitled time, unintentional death simply had to be dealt with as the fact of life it naturally is.

The socialist feminization of culture continues: shock and dismay equally displayed whether it's the death of a loved one or some unmet in People magazine; while, out of the other side of their starving souls, they champion the intentional killing of totally innocent babes.

The dead truly do delight in burying their own.
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Isn't it swell that so many have become so spoiled that they soak in the luxury of sitting around and pontificating about how hurtful and shocking death is, when not so long ago, in a less entitled time, unintentional death simply had to be dealt with as the fact of life it naturally is.

The socialist feminization of culture continues: shock and dismay equally displayed whether it's the death of a loved one or some unmet in People magazine; while, out of the other side of their starving souls, they champion the intentional killing of totally innocent babes.

The dead truly do delight in burying their own.

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