Chronicles of a Death Unforetold
Tonight, one of my parent's friends died. I wasn't close to him or anything, but I have known him for a very long time and I've known his kids for a very long time. It was so unexpected. One minute I'm watching Tv and eating spaghetti and the next minute someone I know is gone.
I think that there are two kinds of deaths. The first death is the one you've been expecting all along like when you're grandma is 80 years old, and she's been having heart problems for as long as you can remember. That kind of death is slow and expected. Sure, you feel depressed when it actually happens, but you've been used to the idea for so long now, that the sting of death isn't as painful. The second kind of death is the kind that hits you like a ton of bricks, like when someone young dies, out of nowhere. This is the worst kind of death, because nobody is prepared for it.
I'm beginning to wonder about my own death. When will it happen? How will it happen? Who will come to my funeral? I'm scared to death (no punn intended), that I'll end up dying in a plane crash, and worst of all, it will be my own fault! Oh god, that would be so horrible!! All the funeral guests would walk by my casket and cluck their tongues and say, "if only she was a better pilot..such a pity" Ahhhhh! That would be so humilating..no one in Heaven would speak to me! This is depressing. I guess that's why most people don't think about death.
I think that there are two kinds of deaths. The first death is the one you've been expecting all along like when you're grandma is 80 years old, and she's been having heart problems for as long as you can remember. That kind of death is slow and expected. Sure, you feel depressed when it actually happens, but you've been used to the idea for so long now, that the sting of death isn't as painful. The second kind of death is the kind that hits you like a ton of bricks, like when someone young dies, out of nowhere. This is the worst kind of death, because nobody is prepared for it.
I'm beginning to wonder about my own death. When will it happen? How will it happen? Who will come to my funeral? I'm scared to death (no punn intended), that I'll end up dying in a plane crash, and worst of all, it will be my own fault! Oh god, that would be so horrible!! All the funeral guests would walk by my casket and cluck their tongues and say, "if only she was a better pilot..such a pity" Ahhhhh! That would be so humilating..no one in Heaven would speak to me! This is depressing. I guess that's why most people don't think about death.