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Sabb:
I personally prepare for it. I haven't had an actual close family member die though. But I still prepare mentally in some way. Remind myself of my actions before it's too late as well, that kind of stuff. My dog Buddy was kind of a problem to our family in some ways but mostly because of some other reasons which wasn't his fault. He wasn't that old but wasn't that healthy either so I knew he wasn't going to last long and just tried to make do with what I had and it helped me get over it very fast knowing I treated him well and everything.
My grandpa's also in his eighties and most likely won't last too much longer. So I'm doing that same thing with him as I did with my dog, though I'd like to say I've always been doing that. Either way I'm getting a tattoo to represent him at some point. If everything goes well it'd be this summer, otherwise I'd have to wait until I'm 18 and get it on my own but I'll be getting it before he passes no matter what.
So yea just... prepare somehow. There's nothing worse than someone being taken from you and you griefing but with regret. I've heard too many people say they wish they'd done this or that before someone's passed, so don't be that person. Do whatever it is you think you should before it's too late.

Jhon:
My great grandma died when I was about 3, but I barely remember her so it didn't really affected me. My cousin got murdered by a suicide bomber a week before her wedding. She died protecting her future-husband (it was on TV), I felt sad and everyone in my family did, but not for long. I was about 8.
My uncle died from a heart attack after drinking too much whine in a wedding (something with weddings in this family lol), went to his funeral, it was sad but a day after it I felt normal. Maybe cause I didn't know him too well. I was about 10.
I went to visit a grave of my cousin who died before I was born, was very sad to watch everybody crying, but since I didn't know her at all I didn't cry.
A day after I first met a sister of my grandma, both of which are holocaust survivors (went to visit her), she died of breast cancer which she had for a couple of years. I felt sad, but kinda happy because I thought maybe she was relieved to see her sister's grandchild and decided she can rest in peace. I was about 12.

At the age of 13, about a month after my bday and near the beginning of school, my grandpa was sent to hospital in critical condition. I used to visit him everyday and nearly everyday he would threaten my mom that if she leaves him he will die/suicide so it would take a while to calm him down every time we left. After a while his situation got worse and he was sent to some special area where he was drugged all the time and my family members wouldn't let me see him because they said I'm too young to see him like that. In the end he came out of it and survived through the impossible, but I still feel like it has scarred me and changed me a bit. I know it ain't death, but it affected me more than deaths of other family members.  He's 89 now btw and my grandma is 85 =P

My goldfish also ate themselves to death for some reason even though I gave them food and when I gave a banana to my pet snail I found him dead after a while D=

I never really cried over the death of someone though and I think that even if I will it will only be for a day or two. Because why waste my time crying over a dead person? If he was a close person to me then he would prefer me to smile and laugh. That's what I think anyway.

ٶȻhriʂ:
Why is it that when everyone is below the age of 8 and loses a loved one they feel sad but when my aunt passed away from cancer when i was like 4 i felt...nothing.

And the day when my grandad passed away due to having cancer like my aunt when i was 6,my grandma was crying so badly and all the other old people were trying to calm her down.

But me...why the fuck was i just sitting in a corner doing abosolutely nothing,just sitting there and staring blindly at my Grandmother.

But one strange thing that happened the night my Grandad died was when everyone went outside to him and left me at home,

i suddenly felt extremely scrared as fuck and didin't know what to do and i don't remember the rest.

The day of  his funeral i felt nothing yet again,i was just standing there doing nothing,i don't think i even looked at his grave.

So...why the hell did i not shed a single tear for anyone's death in my family? I have no idea how these things work

pyrosheep:

--- Quote from: Astropilot on December 20, 2012, 02:12:18 PM ---So what you suggest is to let people die so they won't experience any more pain, right?

--- End quote ---
If there isn't anything you can to about it then I think it would be selfish to not let them if they want to.

○ Μαρία ○:
Oh god. So basically I hate even the thought of death, which didn't really make seeing this topic all too pleasant. I fell into a bad depression last year for many reasons, and one of them was that I became obsessed with death. I had watched a lot of my old baby videos and I noticed that there were people in those videos that had died, and it reminded me that I will never get to see them again. The thought of the people around me dying breaks my heart, even just my dogs. My dog Lady died a couple months ago, and even though she was my least favorite of all of my dogs, I cried for 4 days straight, I was absolutely devastated. To me what makes death so hard is that it is the only thing in life you can not avoid, it is inevitable, and it is best not to dwell on, which is why I don't like it being brought up. When my time comes, who knows what'll happen, but I will say that no matter what happens, I'd much rather die then have to watch someone else close to me go.

Death also makes me think about our existence a lot. Like how our existence and this world are only seen from our eyes. How can I be sure this world is real, and what I am living through isn't a dream, or whatever it could be. What is existence, why do we exist, what are we really here for, and do we have no other purpose other then to dwell here? Is the universe really as big as we think, how could I think so throughly about things when I am such a small life form compared to the billions and billions of titanic things in our Solar System and beyond. I think about this quite often to my dismay, and it's kind of scary to be honest.


And that's where my faith comes in, my faith helps me cope with the fear of death.

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