I don't think I'm afraid of dying.
My personal belief system tells me that life doesn't simply end, and I believe I'll be reborn in some form, somewhere.
But I do sometimes feel sad at the thought of my final days.
I honestly believe that I'll know the very last time I see the people I love; my beautiful wife and my amazing daughters. When my mind wanders in that direction, I find it very sad and painful. Even just writing this brings a ruddy tear to my eye!
I think, particularly as a parent, these thoughts hit harder than the very thought of death itself.
Not because I'll be gone. Not because I know they'll carry on without me. Simply because I'll know that I'll never see them again.
I think it's strange that I can make peace with my own ending far more easily than I can make peace with leaving the people I love behind.
I am always hopeful that:
1. I am a long way from my final days.
2. I'll learn to come to terms with the end, and not find it quite as sad as I do now.
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