Although most of us are frightened of death, it can be a blessing.
To appreciate the fact, you must be old or stricken with some incurable disease or something equally debilitating.
Being fortunate enough to having escaped the latter which can strike at any age, I shall talk about becoming old.
In the first phases of old age, you can thoroughly enjoy yourself, if you are in reasonably good health.
Some fortunate people remain in this state until the end. However, others of us witness a steady decline in both mental and physical abilities. This state can be examined, discussed, and laughed about when in the company of cohorts of the same age.
This is one of the delights of aging. It seems that matters once sacred, concerning the function of the physical body, can be openly discussed and, indeed, laughed about: a subject that cannot be broached while young.
Unfortunately, however, for many of us the deterioration of both bodily and mental functions decline appreciably, often leaving us in unbearable physical pain, often coupled with mental facilities that will not allow us to function without the dedicated care of others.
At this point, death is often a welcome caller, although often a terrifying one to the selected candidate.
What happens after death is debatable. Those with religious faiths have many theories at to what the journey will offer: peace, judgment, reunification with loved ones, rebirth, or the total extinguishment into the darkness of nothing.
One thing, however, is certain: the pain and suffering of the creaking old body has ended.
Eternity waits, and in my unscientific belief, we are ushered into a sparkling new realm of light, love, and understanding.
I hope I am correct.
Mike Harvey, Langley