(May 11, 2018 at 3:59 pm)Brian37 Wrote:(May 11, 2018 at 3:52 pm)AtlasS33 Wrote: 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.
