DON'T READ

It never really occurred to me that I would one day die. Sure, I understood that everyone dies; but I didn't comprehend that one day I would be a part of that 'everybody' and the thought terrified me at first. After the initial thought, I began pondering it deeper. First of all, I considered returning to the church I was raised in, I mean, when I die (gulp) I want to be somewhere other than in the ground. I want to be somewhere other than here. Like, I don't want to be one of those "wandering souls" you hear about that get "lost" on their way to the "otherside". I just want my death to be a simple thing--in just terms of course. Now, as I was thinking these things, another thing occured to me. Death, no matter how sugercoated it can get, isn't simple. Sure, it can be cut down to size. You die (that's pretty simpe to me) but what happens then? Besides the fact of what happens afterwards; what about the people you leave behind? How do you cope with a death? Now, don't get me wrong, I've delt with several deaths in my time, each and everyone very painful. Only, do you have to cope with your OWN death? As crazy as that sounds, is there a slight chance that we would remember the world we left, and that perhaps we would actually miss it?