Parlez wrote:Liz wrote:I can see it, Parlez. I think if life has been too good to you, you take if for granted. Then when death finally comes, it is more of a shock. I think it is harder to leave a life of good health and happiness than to leave a life of hardship and sickness. The odd thing about what Schnabel said, though, was that his dad was sick--he had cancer for almost 10 years. But maybe that is why he was so afraid of death--because he had escaped it for 10 years, and thus felt invincible.
Good points, Liz....very interesting. I would think that a person who had enjoyed good health and a long life would assume death would come as easily as life had come. But I wonder how much of Mr. Schnabel's terror came from tending to his wife and watching her slow, probably painful, departure...? Knowing he also had cancer might have led him to conclude he'd end up going the same way. The picture Julian paints shows his father as a devoted caregiver for his Mom...when that role ended, maybe his own mortality took center stage and overwhelmed him. Plus, I wonder if maybe he wasn't so much fearful about dying as he was frightened by the idea of needing to be similarly taken care of...?
Could be. And I’ve been thinking a lot about this since I last posted. I think that facing death is individual and personal, like Anna pointed out. Each of us deal with it differently, based on a lot of factors….our experience, environment, spiritual beliefs, cultural beliefs, and individual constitution, to name a few.