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When a loved one dies, do you question your own mortality?

  1. nina64 profile image81
    nina64posted 5 years ago

    When a loved one dies, do you question your own mortality?

    When I lost my mom, I seriously began to question my own mortality. At one point, I became obsessed and afraid for my own life. But after some soul searching, I came to grips in knowing that God has a plan for my life, in knowing that, I have to be prepared for whatever may occur. How about you?

  2. Attikos profile image78
    Attikosposted 5 years ago

    Everyone feels immortal when he's a child. Once he gains enough experience to see through the delusion of his ignorance, he realizes mortality is a fundamental quality of being human. There is no reason to flee from that.

    Death has overtaken a number of people who were close to me. The losses were blows, but It never has made me afraid for myself. Though I have no wish to seek it out, death holds no fear. It comes as it must, and we all go as we must.

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    brotheryochananposted 5 years ago

    everyone dies it is true and that is the way it should be. There are byproducts of every event under the sun. It is good that you should discover yourself looking into what happens at the end of your life. It is good that you know God (Jesus) holds the keys to immortality and never ending life after you die. In this way your mothers death gives you the best blessing of all things that could ever be given. God does indeed have a plan or a usage for every bodies life, get into it is the best way to revere your mothers death. She sleeps and is at peace, no one can call her up again but Jesus, she will receive what is due to her - and the same when you die at the resurrection. Find God, love him. This is a byproduct of the act of death.

  4. Saved by Jesus profile image57
    Saved by Jesusposted 5 years ago

    Not really.  I know that my sins are forgiven by Jesus Christ and what He did for us, so I don't stress over it.  I know that when I die, He is on the other side waiting for me.  I long to be with Him, and am thankful that He provided a way for us to spend eternity with Him and not fear death.

  5. duffsmom profile image61
    duffsmomposted 5 years ago

    Yes, in fact if someone close to me dies, I really start to wonder when my turn will come.  Then I feel guilty that I have taken someone else's death and made it about myself.

  6. Kharisma1980 profile image76
    Kharisma1980posted 5 years ago

    I had the awesome privilege of being with my grandfather when he died. It was sad, but I also held one thing in my heart: "I believe in the resurrection of the dead." I am not afraid to die, but I also don't want to be without the chance to say goodbye to those I love.

    1. nina64 profile image81
      nina64posted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Your grandfather was a very wise man. Thank you so much for your response. Blessings!!

    2. glynch1 profile image54
      glynch1posted 2 years agoin reply to this

      I held my dad in my arms when he died of a cardiac infarction; I did not have the chance to say goodbye. I still have occasional flashbacks of that moment. As far as I know, he was not a true believer. Were you sure your grandfather was saved?

  7. onegoodwoman profile image76
    onegoodwomanposted 5 years ago

    Give me a moment...............

    Recently, mom did die...........( I was reared  up by Grandparents)

    Her passage did not mean a great deal to me........as far as salvation, and mortality are concerned..............

    I did mark her passage with some honor and loss.

    In reflection.............no, it was not my "mother" who taught me the things that I needed to know.

    I, somehow, by the Grace of God, found them on the wayside of life.

    No, it is not the ones who go before me, that make me aware of life, struggle, endurance and persevation...............
    it is the ones who come after me...........and challenge my thinking.

    It is not the people of past generations that bind me to God.........it is my children, and their children.................I do not reach out for the generations gone, but for the generations to come.

    It is when the sweet voice of my child, her child, can no longer hear my voice coaching them on............I have left this world.

    My voice was shaped by my elders....................when, I am no longer an " elder".........my voice will be given to silence.

    And THEN, I die.....................just as my Great Grandpa, and my own beloved Grandpa have done.........we fade.....away.

  8. Lisa HW profile image74
    Lisa HWposted 5 years ago

    When my parents did (at different times) I was so horrified and grief stricken, and there were the circumstances leading up to the deaths; that it didn't occur to me to think about anything but them and/or trying to figure out how I'd get through the days and months to follow.

    On the other hand, when my closest friend from childhood was killed in the car in which she was driving and I was riding (just inches from her) not only was I "sure" I was about to die,but it left me very aware of my own mortality.  I had a head injury and double vision, so in the first few days I was "certain" that the story would be, "On young woman killed.  The other died just days later."  Well, it's been - like - 39 years.  The double vision was essentially "nothing".   smile

    The other side to that accident and so many other losses of close people, though, is that I was fairly young when I became very aware of everyone's mortality; and that made me almost vow to not think about mortality while I'm  here.  Life is short - no matter how long a life we get.  I don't want to use my little time on Earth thinking about mortality.  I'll "think" about that if there's an after-life - or else I won't.  Either way, I won't let myself think about it.  I tell myself I'm going to live to be 120, and that "if" I don't I'll deal with it or be surprised when the time comes.  In the meantime, I retain at least a little bit of the innocence about life that the car accident could have (but didn't) completely rob me of at 20 years old

    But. having said that, everybody has all kinds of thoughts arising from losing someone close.  I suppose which thoughts come up depend on the people, the situation, what people believe, and any number of other things..  Also, grief can be so bad that "grief chemicals" can run the show.  Even though depression and grief are different (but not always completely separate), depression is known for making people have thoughts about dying.  I can see how the unhappiness associated with grief might do the same kind of thing.

  9. Beata Stasak profile image83
    Beata Stasakposted 5 years ago

    when you Grandparents die, you feel you had not enough time to know them, when your parents die, you feel you are next in the line, when you spouse dies you feel abandoned and start to question why he or she was the first...we know everyone dies but it doesn't help us to feel more prepared...our own journey through life is sometimes slow and sometimes fast movement towards finish line....we all know it but when someone reaches that finish line before us we suddenly see it more clearly in distance and we can not do anything else just move closer and closer towards our own end....

  10. glynch1 profile image54
    glynch1posted 2 years ago

    I do not "question my own mortality" when a loved one dies. To a certain extent, I am reminded of the fact. As a believer in Christ Jesus, I do not fear death. However, I am extremely saddened by the fact that most (if not all) of my now dead relatives did not know the Lord as their personal Savior. They all believed the Church would save them at the last.

    No. I do not question my own mortality upon the death of a loved one. What I do not relish is the idea of possibly facing years of pain until the day the Lord takes me. I do not know if anyone can prepare himself for such.

  11. Stella Kaye profile image87
    Stella Kayeposted 9 months ago


    Yes of course, it's a natural reaction. The only good thing about attending a funeral is knowing it's not you in the box, but you come to the point where you have to accept that one day it will be.