It bothers me that I have to go. . .

How is it to die?

The other day while surfing, I came across a blog that is written by Donald Crowdis, the the first host of the CBC’s “The Nature of Things” and one of the key figures in the creation of the Ontario Science Center. He turned 93 years young few weeks ago and is sharing his insights through his blog at Don To Earth. He writes in his recent post

I’ve floated on the remark “Been there, done that” for some time now, but the notion that the moment is approaching when I can no longer say this bothers me. The truth is, I don’t want to go.

It got me thinking, how does it feel to know that my death is near and I am the next in line? How is it to die? Will it be a peaceful end? What will happen in this world when I leave it? Why die. . . .

While writing this post, my grandpa is on his deathbed, in the Intensive care, awaiting his end. I could not digest this, though I know its inevitable, one has to die, but this soon?

But then, how soon is “this soon” ?

Donald Crowdis writes

There are many reasons. For too long I have behaved as if I could postpone going indefinitely, and thus have so many things that I must do first. I don’t want my successors to find out how much I could have done that isn’t done, not by a long shot. There are numerous notes and letters I must write. There are places I’ve wanted to travel, but never had the chance. Actually, each of you can, if you think yourself into my age, fill out the list. At least you can try to understand why I say that I hate to go.

Wonder how it feels to face death at your doorstep. . . .