Here’s Why You Shouldn’t Be Afraid of Dying

My father moved in with us when he was 82 and his health was starting to fail. He died in our home at 88 under hospice care. As his son, I got to know him better in those final 6 years than I did in the previous 60 years. In his final days, he knew death was imminent. He said, "it's been a great ride". To this day I still take great comfort in his comment. He was more than ready to go. My wife and I were able to provide him with a loving warm environment to spend his final days. He died peacefully in his sleep at 2 AM. Goodbye Dad. Thank-you. I love you.

Not that my opinion matters too much but at 57, I feel I've done most of the things I wanted to do in my life, music, art, so many fullfilling things. As good as that is, I'm as ready as I will ever be to go. I enjoyed the journey and I've always been a grateful. I also learned that to be happy you need to learn to forgive and give generously if you can, not just for the other person, but for you. Life is a true miracle.. It seems to me there is more after this life, and If I'm wrong, I won't be there to regret it anyway right?...The best to you all.

I am dying from 2 Terminal Cancers and I am crying listening to this and I am not afraid of my Death or of Dying

I’m now a 71 year old man. At 62 I had a massive heart attack. In the ambulance on my way to the hospital at 5:30 am, I knew I was dying. What I felt at that moment was peace. The only thing I thought of was “did my ex wife have the pin # and access to my bank account so she could get what money was there and I was sad my children were going to be hurt because of my death. Other than that, I felt relief that my life on earth was done. Life on earth is challenging. Good, but challenging. I felt peace as I was dying and I had never felt anything like that. Needless to say, I didn’t die that day, but I know I will and I am no longer afraid of death.

My father died of cancer at 90 years old. Two weeks before he died I took him for a ride in his wheelchair, he was too weak to walk, and we went outside on a beautiful day. I eventually parked him in the driveway and I sat next to him on the cement. We had cookies and coffee, and I asked him if he was ready to die. He replied an affirmative reply, saying he was very much ready to go. Just when he finished his sentence a bird flew over and crapped right in his coffee. We just looked at each other and smiled. I sure miss him.

I work as a Hospice Nurse here in Texas. It’s pretty intense having to work with death everyday. I find that it’s a privilege and a blessing to be allowed to take care of people at this stage in their lives.

His comment “ If you’re afraid of death, look at how you’re living.” says it all.

I lost the love of my life two months ago, 36 years together, over half my life. Struggling is putting it mildly. I’m grateful he’s not suffering or struggling anymore but lost and missing him, my heart is broken. I pray he’s at peace and joyful.

In my Daddy's final days, he was bedridden with cancer, he looked at me and said, "Doll, I have No Regrets." WOW. What a life well lived!

I have been a funeral professional for 38 years now...I have witnessed much death...I have visited and discussed death with many of my elders and I come to a firm conclusion. Death is easy, Life is hard! And so the story ends!

When my son was in hospital and we told him to fight he shook his head no. He had a hard life and a difficult disease. He had enough. I still miss him & have that picture in my head. He was more tired& suffering at 28.

Life is like a really scary roller-coaster ride: you are glad you had the ride but once is enough.

My dad is on his deathbed rn but I enjoyed him in my early years thru my stupid teen years, mid 20’s and now early 30’s. He is about to leave us in his young 50’s and one advice he gave me was to always do what you say, a man’s word is important. Dad I love you, you are my friend and I will honor you and your word. I will see you soon, wait for me.

My grandfather is 89. He watched all 3 of his wives die and two of his children and many of his friends. When you live a long life but the people around you don't, its painful.

My brother committed suicide after struggling with drug use and depression for 15 years. He was very open about it in his last 5 years, and I spent a lot of time and (emotional) energy trying over and over to talk him out of it during that time. Three weeks before he died we had the conversation again, and he said something that i'll never forget. He said, "It's not like i'm going to die and you are not. We're both going to die. I'll just die before you, and that's okay. I'm ready to go now, and you're not, and that's also okay. But accept that one day your life will also be over. I get to choose when my time is, but you might not - so enjoy your life as much as you can, while you can."

It’s not dying that’s hard it’s leaving behind everything you love.

I lost my mother in January this year at just 55, she had zero symptoms so to learn she had stage 4 lung cancer was beyond a shock. I'm an only child and my parents was all I had as a kid... She caught COVID whilst receiving radio therapy and died a month later. Seeing her weakened state crushes me to this day, my mother had so much love and so much life left to live having only becoming a grandmother 2 years prior. It angered me so much that she was taken in such a way, a week before she died she grabbed me as tight as she could and said she loves me more than I'll ever know, that she is so proud of me and that I'm a great father. I think about her every single day and would give anything to feel her hug me just one more time.

My dad moved in with me at 94 and it was wonderful. He wanted new experiences so we had lunches in new places, flew to Baha peninsula for his 95th birthday and enjoyed his last days. He confided his fears and values to me and we grew closer. U am so thankful for this time and my dad wasn't afraid of death, he loved life. He died at 96. I miss him so much but celebrate his life.

The bulk of my loved ones, heroes and friends have passed. I look forward to seeing them again.

Dr Peterson … my Father called me to the nursing home to tell me he was tired and wanted to go home to the Lord. Two weeks later he died. Dad just stopped eating and drinking. I was holding his hand reading scripture when he started to slip away. I held his hand as he died… but I got to tell him how much I loved him and how great a dad he had been. He squeezed my hand and was gone …. I know were my dad is .. but I still miss him … but know I’ll see him again.