"...being dead is indistinguishable from being unborn, or from dreamless sleep; and can therefore hold no terrors. What seems frightening is the prospect of dying. But dying is an act of living; it is something only the living do, and like most other such acts - eating, walking, feeling happy or ill - it might be pleasant or otherwise. But being dead is not something we experience. We experience death only in losing others, and the experience is one of grief. Accordingly, our own deaths are no part of our personal experience: each of us experiences only life. In this sense, from the subjective perspective we are immortal."
Borrowed words from AC Grayling.
The notion that dying is more frightening than death itself which, is presumed to be something quite mechanical, has perhaps inexplicably, provided a warped sense of comfort to the knowledge that the grandfather is almost over dying.
And with news of screaming pains and acute breathlessness stricken by metastasized lung cancer, it's hard not to believe that death could be liberating.
But for some selfish reason, and despite the reserved relationship, I'm hoping he'll stick around a little longer and let me see him one last time.
Borrowed words from AC Grayling.
The notion that dying is more frightening than death itself which, is presumed to be something quite mechanical, has perhaps inexplicably, provided a warped sense of comfort to the knowledge that the grandfather is almost over dying.
And with news of screaming pains and acute breathlessness stricken by metastasized lung cancer, it's hard not to believe that death could be liberating.
But for some selfish reason, and despite the reserved relationship, I'm hoping he'll stick around a little longer and let me see him one last time.
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