DuckHairback wrote:
We also put our sick away, in homes and hospitals, where we can't see them.
I believe it takes practice. When I got ill once, there was a few weeks where it wasn't clear how ill I was and I had to contemplate the possibility that I wouldn't be around much longer. At first that was terrifying, but after a while I got to a place where I could see my death as quite an unimportant thing. It really didn't matter. It's hard to explain to people, particularly since I had a two year old child at the time and she'd have lost her dad if I'd died and that would be terrible for her and I would miss seeing her growing up but it still would have been okay. It's just something that happens. I got very calm about it, my thoughts were, "Okay, if that's all I get, then that's plenty. I had fun. Thankyou." I can't explain it any better than that. I was in my late 30s so I can imagine that people in their 80s, 90s or higher probably feel that even more than I did.
But here's the thing. I don't feel that way any more. I got better and the calmness slowly went away. I can remember feeling it, the being okay with dying soon, but I can't get back to that place where I felt it. I think you have to visit that place frequently to keep death in perspective and the vast majority of us don't until we get older and our bodies start to fail and our friends and family start to die around us.
I suppose people in the past were constantly surrounded by death and illness so they probably came to a more accepting place about it all.
That's why I feel quite glad that I have no friends- I won't get sad when they die because they aren't there.
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