jibber

I know exactly what you mean. seeing someone you love dying gradually from a terminal illness is one thing. Seeing someone you love loose everything that made them the person you knew, and have to watch them slowly sink into a world that makes no sense to them, trying to hold on to anything that makes them remember who they are, but being completely helpless, is a whole other story. it is literally heartbreaking to witness.

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Merkaba

"Alzheimer's"

Yeah it's pretty devastating. I know this man that got 3 huge presents 3 years in a row because the mother kept thinking he had just had his fortieth. On the fourth year she completely forgot his birthday altogether.

I'd rather lose one of my senses then have Alzheimers disease.

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ArtistInTheAmbulance

Im sorry to hear that. Ive only experienced sudden death I guess, so I cant really speak, I just cant bear the thought of how they'd be feeling if they knew they were slowly dying. Alzheimers scares me, a lot, and Ive never had to experience it first hand. All the deaths Ive been through have been sudden and most of them not expected at all.

So, Ive no knowledgable opinion on it I guess. All instinct. . .

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Soundgardener

I know what you mean. I have been pondering the idea of going into some kind of non-existance after death. When I think of this I get really depressed, but then I think of the pros of living despite that (if that's what really happens). I also have pondered the idea of it being exactly what it was like before I was born.

Overall, my beliefs are ****ed up. I basically think of things scientifically because I'm agnostic or atheist or whatever. I don't think death should be feared, but when I think about life and death intensely, I don't understand the point of it all.

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tdoc210

well well, a thread where i can share my true thoughts. I beleive that Life its self is a illusion of something..do we ever know whats real or not? anyways when we die i would beleive we would either enter an entereity of memories, or jsut blacknes, and devoid of everything seeing as your brain is dead, though how would the memories work. The soul may or may not be real. but we dont know..so the msot logical explanation is we decompose, and enter our surrondings

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

Doc.DGAF

The world is hell, when you die you're free of it. I wanna die f*ckin'. When i'm like 50-60, heart just stops in mid thrust.

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tdoc210

here, here is some heroin, im sure something will happen if u take this long enough

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.