Nearly every other forum and thread here is about living, so I thought we could use one on dying, since it's our future, while understanding that it is not the entirety of our future. We still have living to do, but I don't believe that anyone over the age of 60 or 70 is oblivious to death, either their own impending death or that of so many people around them. Not everyone is comfortable talking about death, and I get that, but others might appreciate the opportunity to say the things that are on their minds anyhow. Having lost two of my four full brothers, nearly all of my aunts and uncles, and so many other people who have been important to me, most of them in the last decade, it was on my mind. If we don't bog it down with specific health complaints and treatments, which can be discussed in the health area, I think this can be an important thread to many of us.
I have to agree that this thread is a necessary and certainly appropriate for a seniors forum.
I don't have a fear of dying, but do have a fear of dying in pain. I think about at least a half dozen times that had anything been different for a second, I would have died.
Doing geology work with a drilling outfit, I was struck on the side of my hardhat by a 300 lb overshot, when the old operator fell asleep at the controls and was pulling the overshot, when it came out of the bore hole and swung freely outward and hit me. It knocked me unconscious and I lay in the snow for a few minutes before regaining consciousness. Just and inch over would have broken my neck. It just glanced off the side rim of my hardhat and that was enough to cause the 8 point safety suspension band in the hardhat, to push with such force, it knocked me not just down, but unconscious. I still suffer shoulder pain from that accident and it was the cause of inward bone spurs in my neck that required surgery. I don't whine about it, because death was just millimeters away.
Another time was hauling a load of supplies up to a remote ranch. I was chained on all four and the hill was solid ice with the top beginning to melt. I almost made it to the top, when the truck started sliding backwards. It stopped with the rear end hanging over a steep cliff that was 60 feet to the bottom. It felt like it was teetering. I stayed in the seat with the side door open, waiting for the courage to jump with enough force to clear the truck. Without my weight on the drivers side, it would go down. One of the ranch hands was headed into town in a 4 wheel drive chained up with cleated chains. He put his pickup partially in the mountain side bar ditch, and then threw a loop with his longest lariat under the front bumper and quickly made it go up and grab the big towing hook. Luckily he was a skilled healer,
@Cody Fousnough, the one that catches the back legs of a running steer in roping. He was able to pull the truck I was driving across the road into the bar ditch.
On one of my days off, doing geology work for mining companies, I went in to the local mining and industrial supply company, to shoot the breeze and have coffee with friends. The owner says to me, that he has a load of dynamite going up to a mine. He knew I had a valid commercial drivers license, endorsed to drive such. He was unable to go and his driver was sick. I said yes. I was almost to the top of the hill when his almost new GMC truck over heated and the transmission caught on fire. I secured the park brake, put in the lowest gear, and then I couldn't get the door open on the drivers side. I was feeling the heat when I got out the rider side door and started running, only to fall. I got up enough to half stumble run far enough away before the dynamite caught on fire. I knew dynamite burned HOT, but wouldn't explode unless there was something to cause a concussion. The truck melted down to just a ball of aluminum and steel. It was hard to tell it was even a truck.
There are several other times, of close calls, but I survived and these incidents remind me of how easy it is to die.
The thing is with old age, we know it is coming, and sooner than later. There is nothing we can do to prevent it. We can take measures that put it off, but someday, it is going to happen. I want to die in my sleep, peacefully and never know. Unless some other disease or incident out bids it, cancer has its claim on my demise.
Cancer is a natural old age process, and nothing more than good cells coping an attitude and going rogue. The trick is to keep these cells with rogue tendencies, inactive or in remission. I talk to the rogue cells daily. "Don't make me come down there and put a whipping on y'all. I won't count to three, I will just do what is necessary to make y'all unhappy. I'll shrink you little hooligans into nothingness."