posted February 05, 2013 12:01 AM
I'd be very welcoming to it, if I didn't have a child depending on me for everything. ^^; TBH - I've already gone over my (living) wills.
My family, lawyer, and husband know what I want done in certain circumstances, whichever happens first.
Because of my experience as a long term care nurse, my personal experience among family and friends passing before me.... and, having the illnesses that I do, I'd say I'm mentally/emotionally well prepared, come what may. Spiritually, I have my own belief system which also gives me strength to face whatever fate has in store for me next.
Mars cnj Pluto in Scorpio, Aries 8h. 5h Capricorn Sun (exact trine Moon in Taurus 9h), Leo 12h. Pisces Dsc, Neptune in Sagittarius sxt Mars-Pluto, cnj Mercury-Jupiter (Cap-Sag) 4h~
^ (spiritually, emotionally, psychologically prepared)
I don't think you can truly be unafraid though at that final moment... even those heavily doped up on medicines tend to wince and grimace (agonize and tear) when their final moment of passing comes... sorry, but it's true... the only time it isn't there is when you are not aware that moment will be the last... such as sleeping or in an accident... more the former than the latter though... I'd suspect~
We come into this world fighting, we leave this world fighting... it should be painful in and painful out....that's part of the process, fear... it just comes with the deal, part of the human experience, I guess... it's something we first are forced into (emotions), and then torn away from (emotions)... makes sense in my mind anyway~ ^^;
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Anyway... to me...
It's like Dylan Thomas's
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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^^ <3