Morbid Thoughts

We are pretty much all in the place where we have fewer years ahead than we have behind us and it is hardly surprising that thoughts about death pop into our minds from time to time. Of course, none of us wants to die a painfully prolonged death, although I suspect some of us will. I profoundly hope I won't and nor will any of those I love. However, what will be will be and there is no point getting into a state about it.

To let the prospect of death impinge heavily on our lives is, I think, foolish. Making the most of the years we have left – especially if we have grandchildren or even great grandchildren – is short-changing both ourselves and them. Let us rejoice that we are 60, 70, 80, 90 and we have people who love and value us. Let us remember that, sad though they may be when they have to say farewell, we shall remain figures in these young people's lives that inform and guide them and that they will inform and guide another generation whom, perhaps we shall never know, shaped by how we were. So let us be the best we have ever been in our lives in our last years so that is what they remember most clearly.

Not making the most – dammit, thinking and keying too fast!

sebstar Thank you for initiating this thread- Morbid as it may seem to discuss, it's incredibly uplifting to read!

How positively even more morbid thoughts of death would have the potential to become if not discussed!

And thank you to all who responded, too! In fact, it's one of the healthiest threads I've read in a very, very long time-

I'm an odd duck- Socially awkward- But .. I'm thinking with Spring just around the corner, and everything preparing to renew itself death seems the perfect subject address- So viable is compassion as a seed that it can be planted any time of the year- And this is one seriously compassionate thread that will benefit all who read it -- especially those in the grips of bereavement-

My husband died on the first day of Spring-

One word comes to mind: Providence-

Both my mum and her mum died at 62 and the nearer that gets the more I worried also told diabetes shortens life. Worry every day I’m not going to be around long enough to see my daughters settle so can really sympathise with the OP

Well madmum My mother died at 58. I have followed here in everything really and I assumed I would die at 58 too. Well I'm 69 now and still here. My DH's parents died at 52 and 57. He has diabetes and will be 73 on Saturday.

Followed her not here.