What do you think your last thought will be right before you die?

Last year my son was riding at Saint Judes Rodeo. The lady at the concessions stand need ice, so I ran to the store. I was sitting at the light and this asshole illegal in a semi blew the light.

He was head right for me at about 70MPH, head on against my pickup, my thoughts as he was barreling right toward me...

"Well shit, so this is how it ends."

At that second, the God of Our Universe, the energy that binds us, bailed me out! The guy swerved, clipped my mirror, and ran up on the curb. across the road hitting a power pole.

Again, I was a split second from the end (not the first time mind you) and I was completely serene. Just a feeling of, "Ah damn it, I'm never gonna see my wife, my son, my family again."

BTW, I don't fear death. I just want to be around for my wife and son. I fear debilitation far, far, far more. Death is a part of life. It sucks, but it's gonna happen...one of these days.

"What could possibly go wrong?"

while being electrocuted i was like
"Oh man this sucks"
Luckily my sister was there and pulled off the plug

That's an interesting thought.

But hopefully that's not true. Being a child sucked!

"Dam, I shouldn't have let her do that"!

LOL!

************FINALLY!!!! It's time to Go HOME!!! Yippee!!!****************

Not looking forward to it.

"Time for another adventure."

At least I warned as many as people I could. Time to face judgement

I will feel happy, because it has been free from paying taxes :)

Let's get it on.

"Hey, that SOB is in my lane!!! Move over asshole!"

"damn you chemtrails!"

What about - "I'm not ready to die!"

Well, if my two sons are not with me at that time, and especially if I can not be in contact with them, I will be hoping that they were alright, and able to meet up at one of our pre-determined areas to stay as family.

Unfortunately, as many of you would understand, there are variables which could make Plan A and Plan B moot points. Should that occur, i can not know if Son A would be able to find Son B. it could take a long time to 'meet' up as we had hoped. Son A, the eldest, has some disabilities which could cause Son B to view his older brother as a fatal liability...which is a true enough assessment.

THIS WOULD BE MY DYING THOUGHT. Could they BOTH survive, together.

The younger one has not taken the time to realize how "Yoda" his brother has become. The disabled one is a seer full of sharp wisdom, while the 22 year-old naturally thinks he has superior abilities. To me, this is a dangerous mix.

The possibility that they NEVER DO hook up is something I'm gravely aware of.

It sucks. I only hope that they will not lose each other forever.

As for me...I've had a lot of fun in my life...more than either of them could/would ever aspire to. So, my dying wish would be that they raise the bar. Unfortunately, at this point in his life, the young one does not understand the TRUE meaning of wisdom.


Such is life. So be it...but, I hope not.

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Last Edited by Esoteric Morgan on 12/03/2012 12:29 AM

I'm the oldest and my mother echoes similar sentiments.

WE UNDERSTAND more than we get credit for: 'their loss.'

I'm also the eldest of four born, born over a twenty year span. In my youth, I was held to be the 'black sheep' because I was the free thinker.

Essentially, I'm damned since they thought I was whatever they thought, but, still damned this point...because they don't know how to make up for their misconceptions. Go figure.

Last Edited by Esoteric Morgan on 12/03/2012 01:36 AM

Well fuck this diet!

If you come back as a ghost...you ain't back yet.

Probably "ahhhhhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHHHHH......" because I have a feeling I wont die pretty.


This is the best...I laughed so hard I peed myself.

the final sound a gun?

I did have the experience. I was waiting for surgery and had a few moments to think about the fact that I might not wake up. (The doctor was actually having a smoke in the hall) I dreaded not seeing my husband again. I hurt that he would not have me to take care of him.

Then, during the surgery...I did die...all on record! I remember being up in the air and looking at myself...with very little remorse. All I wanted to do was get the hell away from that body and out the damn door. The people working on me were having a bad time of it...tools were dropping on the floor...yelling etc. But I heard nothing. The door kept opening but I could not get out of the room. I did not care a bit about my family. I had the general understanding that they were all going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. I had no feelings of missing them at all! I was happy, but could not get out of the room.

It even crossed my mind that I was a spirit and could go through walls...but I could not. When I came to...I was holding my breath as hard as I could. I felt the cold heavy weight pull me into itself. The nurses were slapping me and telling me to breath. I cried, but not at the pain or fear. I cried because I was forced to come back inside that hunk of cold, hard, heavy, flesh.

Later they came to my room with a portable x-ray unit to check everything they said. I did not want them to move me and demanded to know why. One confessed they had lost a "towel clip" and were afraid it was still in me. I told them where it was. It had dropped to the floor and skittered across the base board and landed upright against the leg of a table. A girl went to see and returned with the clip. We went through the usual "how did you know" crap but I saw it happen and they just had to face that fact.
I have never feared death again. I am also happy when I hear of someone who died. I am happy for them. It happened again years later in about my 6th surgery...but that is another story.