Picked this up on Digg: Don to Earth blog

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I picked this up on Digg.com, the 93 year old blogger has a blog called "Don to Earth" where he blogs from the perspective of a 93 year old blogger. Pretty extraordinary in all respects, especially for it's clarity. Well, his most recent post at the time was It bothers me that I have to go.But his post inspired me to write a comment which I'll

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I followd that link and read Don's post.
I agree with o that one should cherish very moment.
I hope that you are right about there being more to come.
Although I'm only just nearing 30, the thought of having to go sooner or later does bother me.
Scare me to death, to be true.
I'm getting a glimpse of how with every door you open, another one closes.
I have to face that there will be many things that I'll probably never have or do or see.
As a youth, there#s this huge field of "When grow up, I will..."

I'm looking forward to being a therapist, but I'll never be a professional singer.
I won't probably have enough time and money to travel all the places I would love to see.
And so on and so on.
The thought that life won't go on forever, that I'll be growing old and too weak for thingswhich today feel so natural...
it drives me mad somtimes

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Everyone's always so afraid of death for themselves. Oh noes, death is so horrible because I'll die someday, everybody says. :)

I don't care about death for myself. It's strangely distant from my emotions. The really horrifying thing about death, the thing that breaks through, is that it will eventually happen to the people around me, most especially one certain person.

It's the death of your loved ones that really strikes home. I can face my death, look it in the eye without blinking, but not his :(

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Well, as for the deat of lovedones...it is, simplyspoken, a catastrophe.
A wound which will never truly heal.
I have lost a few people, and I will mis them for as long as I live.
being the one who causes this pain isn't much better.
They say you never truly die as long as you are remembered.
Maybe being afraid of our own mortality and suffering forever when someone close to us dies is the price we have to pay for being human, i.e. being able to ruminate....