I hate the thought of growing old and feeble, unable to fend for myself. But I also don't want to die. I have so many thoughts and dreams and ideas and ambitions, and when I die, they will die too. I also hate the thought of being covered with tons of earth - I know I will be dead so won't feel it but it gives me the creeps all the same. I suppose it all boils down to the unknown - if we knew what happens to us when we die, I guess many of us wouldn't fear it so much. What I'm trying to say is that there isn't enough time to fit in all the things I want to do-even if I live to be 100. I look at my mum - she is so weak physically, but boy - is she on the ball mentally! Her body lets her down big time - her hands are weak and shaky and her eyesight and hearing are going, she can hardly walk now and takes ages just to walk from one end of the room to the other - it breaks my heart to watch her. It is frustrating to be weak, unable to do all the things you used to do, especially if you still have a very active mind. Life is really cruel and death stinks!
just my thoughts - Terri