Death is something that we all do. Some of us die sooner than others. I knew a fireman that died when a wall fell on him. Another fireman standing next to him felt nothing, but awoke in the hospital. Apparently if you die quickly enough, you feel nothing. I felt nothing when I ran into a goal post. I jumped up embarrassed that I got knocked down but felt no pain. I had been out for two minutes. I fear the possible pain of death, but I don’t fear death. I look forward to being with my loved ones who have gone before me. I look forward to being one with God. At sixty, I fear death less than I did when I was young. I had a lot of living to do before I was ready to exit. As I get older, time passes quicker. Life is like a baby crawling off a cliff. As you fall, you pass through middle age, and race to old age. The speed of your passage increases until you expire. Death is more frightening at the top of the cliff. As you approach the bottom you welcome the end. The unknown can be frightening. I was with God before I arrived. And, I will return to God when I exit. My mother appeared to me in a dream and promised to talk more when I told her how much I missed her. I awoke comforted by an instant in time, reassured of her existence. At five, I witnessed my Grandfathers death 10 years before it happened. I took a nap in his bed, and dreamed that he said he was tired, came upstairs, laid down next to me in his bed and died. He died in that bed when I was fifteen, just as I dreamed it.Death is merely the inevitable result of change. Change enabled us to exist. Change will lead to our non-existence.
