When did you start to think about dying?

I'm 44 later this month and whilst I'd still consider myself 'young' in many ways I'm certainly aware that I'm not as young as I was. My Dad passed away last year at 70 and he was remarkably fit and healthy for his age and since then I find I think about death a lot almost to the point of being obsessive. I think it's probably an after effect of losing my Dad of course however I have become much more conscious of my own health.

I'm a borderline type 2 diabetic and I have high blood pressure too which is somewhat frustrating as I'm a reasonably fit person - certainly not at the gym every day but I still play footy every week, still go on long hill walks reasonably frequently etc and I don't smoke either.
 
WeeGord said:
I'm 44 later this month and whilst I'd still consider myself 'young' in many ways I'm certainly aware that I'm not as young as I was. My Dad passed away last year at 70 and he was remarkably fit and healthy for his age and since then I find I think about death a lot almost to the point of being obsessive. I think it's probably an after effect of losing my Dad of course however I have become much more conscious of my own health.

I'm a borderline type 2 diabetic and I have high blood pressure too which is somewhat frustrating as I'm a reasonably fit person - certainly not at the gym every day but I still play footy every week, still go on long hill walks reasonably frequently etc and I don't smoke either.
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Probs all that booze you drink Friday nights 😆
 
I think the first time it really hits you is when a close friend of the same age passes. It happened to me at about 27, my wife was expecting our first born and we bumped into a good friend of mine in Morrisons. He admired Mrs Mutt's growing belly and mentioned that he was going into hospital in the next few days as he was having some stomach problems. Never saw him again. When they opened him up he had a massive inoperable cancer inside him. When he came round from the operation he had a massive heart attack and died. Probably a blessing in a way. He was an only child and attending his funeral seeing the grief of his parents was devastating.

As for my own mortality, I don't worry about it too much now, my kids are grown and doing well, the house is paid for and if I pop my clogs before the Mrs she'll be well looked after (same for me if she departs before me). So I enjoy life without too much worry, my Dad is still with us (well into his 90s, so realistically not for much longer?) I just worry about the world and country that I will leave behind for my kids. Which sort of explains my politics.

Peace people.
 
Thats a cracking way of putting it Brian Marwood, lifespan over 3 weeks

I ache all the time, some days worse than others, my hands & fingers permantly feel badly bruised & not the best to tackle the job I do
I still cycle, walk & do a lot of working in my job so I'm pretty active & reasonably fit
I can go to the toilet up to 5 times a night
I constantly think about not been here, get really down thinking of it at times & just hope I stay here long enough for my granddaughter to run up to me & shout 'pop'

Growing up within a family of 7 there are 3 of us left & you think, whose next

I turn 61 in a couple of weeks, thinking about retiring this time next year & then, as some posters have said, how long after that, 5, 10, 20 years, we're all in the the hands of god
Once retired I would think time will go even faster
 
Now I'm over 50 it does cross my mind quite a bit. I've always had a vivid and morbid imagination anyway and now I'm getting more food for it with uncles and aunts and people of my age getting ill or dying. I've given up the drink almost completely (allowing a tipple on birthdays/Xmas) and have been trying to lose weight and do more exercise, but the effort it takes is disproportionate to the ease with which I put weight on or lose my fitness levels if I have even just a week off. I often wonder if it's actually worth it and if I should just enjoy myself. Do I have a really good time for 10-15 years or do I try and live healthier (and be bored) for another 10-15 on top of that? There's no guarantees either way, which is the kicker.

Feel a certain song coming on from The Life of Brian...altogether now...
 
I'm significantly older than my mother was when she died, and closing in on my dad's age. But my best mate died when he was 23 and my Mrs was only 48 when she went. So, you know, whenever.

I'm 61 now, and not that bothered about death, but I am bothered about the point where I finally am irretrievably old. You look at the likes of Jagger, Dylan and McCartney and they're still (vaguely) cool and somewhere around 80. But you look around you and people of my age are "old" old. My mind tells me I'm still 25, my knees tell me I'm 90.

I do remember being very small, maybe 7 or 8, and telling my mother I wanted to die on my birthday. I have no idea why, and I got a slight telling off for being morbid (!).
 
I’m sixty, my two daughters are pretty settled and have secured futures, my only grandchild is 6 months and a joy.
My only depressive thought is I probably won’t see him become a man, but hey, that’s nature for you.
Deaths only natural, be aware of it, memento mori.
Try to ensure what will be left of you, in your families memories and friends memories are good things
Then just get on and enjoy every day, try to do good, bring joy and happiness if you can.
I also love the fact that as a retired 60 year old I can say and do ( within reason and health allowing) what ever I want.
 
When I stood on an upside down plug laid on my bedroom carpet one night when I got up to go for a wee 😖
 
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atomicloonybin aka ALB said:
I'm significantly older than my mother was when she died, and closing in on my dad's age. But my best mate died when he was 23 and my Mrs was only 48 when she went. So, you know, whenever.

I'm 61 now, and not that bothered about death, but I am bothered about the point where I finally am irretrievably old. You look at the likes of Jagger, Dylan and McCartney and they're still (vaguely) cool and somewhere around 80. But you look around you and people of my age are "old" old. My mind tells me I'm still 25, my knees tell me I'm 90.

I do remember being very small, maybe 7 or 8, and telling my mother I wanted to die on my birthday. I have no idea why, and I got a slight telling off for being morbid (!).
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61 also ALB and a lot of the lads I went to school with have already died. I am relatively fit and healthy for my age, still do a lot of walking and cycling and the day I can't do that worries me more than dying. I am the same age now as my dad when he died which has played on my mind a bit and morbidly worked out yesterday that if I make it to the 23rd of this month will have lived longer than him. Have alway said since I was young that I will die out on the hills somewhere, perhaps its time to review my walks :oops:
 
I don't give it much thought if I'm honest. Once I'm dead I'll know nothing about it, so no point in worrying - and it's completely inevitable.

The thing I do sometimes consider though is that everyone one who you love or care about will die (which is sadness you will have to live with)... unless you die first!!
 
Osboro said:
I’m sixty, my two daughters are pretty settled and have secured futures, my only grandchild is 6 months and a joy.
My only depressive thought is I probably won’t see him become a man, but hey, that’s nature for you.
Deaths only natural, be aware of it, memento mori.
Try to ensure what will be left of you, in your families memories and friends memories are good things
Then just get on and enjoy every day, try to do good, bring joy and happiness if you can.
I also love the fact that as a retired 60 year old I can say and do ( within reason and health allowing) what ever I want.
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@Osboro, same age as me, 2 kids like me & a grandchild who is 6 months old (y)

Life certainly changes for you when a grandchild is in the family, i cant see enough of her
 
Not in a morbid way, but probably when the last of my parent's older relatives died (mid 20's), thought about it being their generation next! Now in a more morbid way that that generation is departing off have started to think it'll be mine next, especially as a few old school friends have passed away in the past 10 years.

Am 52 now and rather than worry about what others may think I do what works for me, which is certainly something I didn't do in my 30's and early 40's. Try to enjoy every day in your own way and don't get distracted by everyone else rushing around!
 
I used to think about it a lot when I was younger, the idea that everyone would be going on with their business and I would be missing out on all of the fun.

These days I barely give it a thought. I'm 56 and reckon I'll get to about 70. That will do me I think. I've no bucket list ambitions but it would be nice to keep on doing stuff I currently do until then before dying a sudden and relatively painless death. Say, being hit by a fridge freezer thrown from a sixth floor window.
 
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