Some people die suddenly and unexpectedly where there is a lot of ceremony around the deaths of others. Some die in relative comfort with friends and/or family gathered around to ease their passing. Others die quickly and some suffer for weeks or months or years, waiting to die.
Over the last weeks, I’ve come to understand that to endure mental or emotional anguish as one lay dying is as devastating as physical pain and probably much harder to avoid. I don’t think I have ever imagined myself dying in an anxious state but after watching my mother suffer torment as she waits to die, I’ve had no choice but to but to look at this.
I’m not sure how the manner of death may affect the grieving that lies ahead of me. I am going to think long and hard about how I can avoid acute emotional or mental distress at the end of my life…assuming this is possible.