I think I have a pretty healthy attitude towards death. I really do. It happens, let’s move on, right? I’d rather suddenly lose a loved one than watch them dwindle away, months (if not years) on end, a shell of who they once were.
So why do I always feel so guilty when I hear people tell me it was “only two months” from discovery of whatever to death, when all I want to say is, I am sorry for your loss, but how fortunate you did not have to watch them die slowly and in pain. You should be happy their time left wasn’t spent wishing for death to come quickly, quicker than it was.
When my time comes, I hope it’s sudden. Maybe not as sudden as being squished under a bus, but sudden enough to not cause undue grief to my loved ones and not cause undue pain to me.
