I really enjoyed this article when it was published several months ago.
It was nice to see that someone else thinks about death and that I am not alone. Granted this writer is about a decade older than me.
But look at the assumption that I just made.
Only older people think about dying.
It’s not right for someone “as young as I am” to think about dead. . . it’s abnormal.
Interesting thinking from a person who dearly believes that our greatest deed in life is to live our lives with the awareness of death always close.
And I totally respect what Kumiko is already thinking.
When you live alone, you wonder what if I were to die. Who would know?
If you don’t have a spouse anymore or don’t have kids, you think, wow, someone will bathe me and possibly feed me some day. What’s that going to be like.
I think about my grandmother who has dementia and the fights with her daughter, the confused calls to my mom, and the reality in which grandma lives in. And I wonder, will that be my mom? Will it be me?
And I think about others things as well. I’ve worked at hospice and seen loving strangers take gentle care of patients and that gives me hope. Who knows if I will leave this world in a way that I will be able to use hospice, but I am comforted in knowing that it could be an option.
It’s not about worrying and fretting. It’s thoughtful thinking about the future and letting it inform who you are today.