Then it hit me.......I never thought that. I assumed my life would never end. In fact, death was an enemy, not "real", and simply not even a possibility.
We "Born in's" never really had a chance to think about death or to grow accustomed to the concept of our own mortality on our own. Like so many other things, the subject was thrust upon us and we were told what to think and feel and were also told it would not happen to us if we moved as directed, listened and obeyed...end of discussion....no questions allowed.
When we get to middle age and begin to realize that it will indeed happen, we have to come to grips with it all at once rather than little by little over our lifetime and that's not fun.
There's a difference between being afraid of dying and being afraid of being dead. With one, you are afraid of what it is that ends up killing you and with the other you are afraid of what it's like being dead or what happens to you after you're dead.
As someone who went through that hell and has come out on the other side of it, I can say that there is nothing more freeing than coming to peace with your own mortality. I realized that most of the worrisome things we face in life are much worse when we picture them in our head, than they are when we come face to face with them and are dealing with them head on. I don't want to die any sooner than necessary, but at the same time, I have an inner sense that when the time comes, I will handle it with all the grace, dignity and style I can manage. .
My Mother was quite afraid of growing old and dying and I think that was why she was so attracted to the JW's when they came a knockin' when she was a young mother in her mid 20's. I remember her becoming quite seriously depressed and riddled with anxiety when 1975 came and went when she was 40ish and she began to realize that she may have to grow old before the end came. She suffered with this fear for a long long time. Ironically, she died in her mid 50's of Cancer and I sat by her hospital bed at the end and we talked about death and she made the comment that it really wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and how she regretted all the time she spent over the years worrying about it.
As I've gotten older, I've gotten more comfortable with not knowing and with taking a wait and see attitude and there has been a certain amount of peace that has come, in doing so.