LonelySutton said:
While sad, this is one of the few things that does not scare me. If I am dead, I swear, I just do not care what happens to my body.
But, I do see what you are both saying. It is scary to consider such a thing... even when I am eating dinner, if something goes down the wrong way you have that thought... is this it? I worry that if I get in a car accident no one will know / come to the hospital. I got no one. My parents are dead. My brother probably wouldn't visit me if I was dying. I do think it is scary that so many people are so isolated.. and, at the same time, everyone seems to wish more interaction.
I have heard of such stories. This fear I have is more about the fear of being considered a sad and lonely person. While I am here, these traits do not define who I am. But it is part of that woman's legacy to always be remembered as "that woman no one cared about for two years."
I'm not religious, so to me, death is scary because it's not a pathway, a transition, or a next journey. It's my switch turned off, the battery dying, the car running out of gas, etc. My mind and its memories blinking out of existence forever.
So, intellectually, I know it won't matter how I am found because I'll be gone. But emotionally speaking, while I can still think and reason and worry, it bothers me greatly. I can't express enough how I do not want to be the local man who died without anyone caring. At this moment, I made a status update two days ago. I have sent out nor received no texts, no phone calls, etc. for all anyone knows, today couod be third day since my death. On this ALL forum, if I had died, none of you would know. I would simply stop appearing on the boards. (I wonder how many people have stopped posting here for that reason. Probably not many.)
In contrast, my Dad collapsed in front of his sister, and paramedics were at the house in six minutes. He died, but I'd prefer that to being in the news as a sad sack man with no one who cared to check on him.
Getting back on topic, it would be nice to have someone I loved, for all the usual reasons, but also to have that comfort that no matter what happened to me, someone would know, and someone would care so that I wouldn't be a news item of sadness.