Monday, September 28, 2020

I think about dying

 What the pandemic has one to me is make me think about dying.

Not just because I'm over 70 and have had asthma and have both a cardiologist and a cancer doctor, but because I think about dying occasionally anyway.

Scientists have said, recently, that people who die know they are dead for a few minuets before their brain shuts down.

I don't know how I feel about that.

I'm not sure I want to know I'm dead for some moments before I'm really dead.

I want to be cremated. And I was looking at my feet and legs beneath my shorts a few minutes ago, imagining them turning into ashes.

Bleak thoughts, I know, but they are my thoughts and I must be honest about them.

If the president wins re-election, dying wouldn't be the worst thing.

That's how strongly I believe that Biden/Harris must win.


Death would not be the worst thing compared to four more years of this....

(all opinions here are mine and mine alone.)



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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.