God and Death, dying out.

[WinterHold]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

[Brian37]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

There is no "other side". The only thing about ourselves that remains is the memories of us in those whom have met us. Life for the individual after they die will feel the same as it did before they were born. Neither you or I were around 4 billion years ago and we wont be 5 billion years from now when our sun runs out of energy. Our planet has had 5 mass extinctions, so it is reasonable to expect our species will be out long before that 5 billion years.

If anything shortens our species ride, it would be chasing fictional utopias instead of facts.

[Chad32]

Cling to whatever you need to keep going, and go peacefully, I guess. You do you, and I'll do me.

[Napoléon]

Sounds like a coping mechanism doesn’t it.

[chimp3]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

I miss my Brother, Cousin, Grandparents. Did you ever stop to think that you are telling me my loved ones are roasting in Hell because they either chose the wrong god or did not believe. Somehow I am supposed to find comfort? Twisted!

[Wyrd of Gawd]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

You just gave the reason why religions exist.  People are afraid of dying and they want to live forever.  Since their lives are crap they want something better so they invent the idea of a soul that will exist after they die.  So that enables con men to come up with a religious doctrine that promises people what they want, but only if they do what the con men want.  Otherwise the person will spend eternity in hell.  It all sounds so reasonable because people have already deluded themselves without any previous help.  The con men and their religions just add structure to the person's own self delusion.

We will all die.  Some people experience horrific deaths.  Others go through a long process of dying.  Some lives end suddenly without warning.  If a person chooses to go through a long process of dying it's want they want.  There's no reason to feel sad about it other that you will miss their company and support.

This is a good way to go for some people = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOV8mBjHHYg

[zebo-the-fat]

Religion is just a crutch for those who cannot face the reality of death, after death you will only exist in the memory of those who knew you, asking where you go after that is like asking where the music goes when the band stops playing.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

I'm truly sorry for your (impending?) loss.  Given the suffering and loss of dignity that often follows a stroke, how do you feel about assisted suicide?

Boru

[Abaddon_ire]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

There is no "other side". The only thing about ourselves that remains is the memories of us in those whom have met us. Life for the individual after they die will feel the same as it did before they were born. Neither you or I were around 4 billion years ago and we wont be 5 billion years from now when our sun runs out of energy. Our planet has had 5 mass extinctions, so it is reasonable to expect our species will be out long before that 5 billion years.

If anything shortens our species ride, it would be chasing fictional utopias instead of facts.

Right. I have sent both parents on their way and had the unhappy task of formal corpse ID with the cops. For some reason, the deluded think this should drive atheists in to hopeless despair forever. I don't see why or how such a messed up idea arises. 

I don't mourn my parents passing, I celebrate their living. 

To paint a picture, I have often been told that my father was not just a gentleman, but a gentle man. My mother was not my mother, she was everyone's mother. Sure, I miss them, but I hope to be at least worthy of them and their lives as lived.

[WinterHold]

They die out. One by one; first their health declines, and then they become weaker and weaker, until one of them falls. The fall might be a silent stroke, maybe it's a type of paralysis, something that screams "decay": the body of your loved one is decaying. It cannot hold anymore.

Yes; I'm speaking about the departure of a person you love so much to the other side. The grim reaper floats above their head; and the most interesting fact of it all is that the moments that precede their departure, they become so sick and crippled they can't even talk.

I'm speaking specifically about Ishemeic Strokes. Through all my life I thought I was tough, until I saw that family member vomits on themselves due to tube feeding. It was the saddest scene I ever saw, and I knew what the grim reaper's fist is like.

Our loved ones will all be gone, if we didn't go before them. Every day I spend at the hospital reminds me of that fact. And reminds me more that I need something eternal by my side, something that stays no matter how old I get, or how alone I be. Someone that never leaves.

That one is God. And I believe in him. In my time their will be no one else as an ever lasting companion, it's not for him it's for me; I believe  for myself not to become sad.

With God; death won't be in vein. It would be another gateway.

I miss my Brother, Cousin, Grandparents. Did you ever stop to think that you are telling me my loved ones are roasting in Hell because they either chose the wrong god or did not believe. Somehow I am supposed to find comfort? Twisted!

I don't think about them but I think about my own self. Why would I care that others will be in hell? that's quite narcissistic of me, if I didn't enter it then I won, if I did enter then I lost. Your brother and cousin and grandparents are out of the equation for me.