My wife is four years younger with lots of life before her. She does not want to
live the rest of her life without me, she wants to keep me around. We have a
bucket list, not so much written down as in our heads, which is an out-point; it
should be written down. We want to go to Tuscany and drink wine in the piazza.
We want to go to Greece, if the economy will still support tourism, and see the
white houses. We want to relax for a change, as we have been going at breakneck
speed our whole lives. For her sake, I don't want to go. It would be rude and
selfish to leave her alone.
"I'm gonna miss it so much!" cried Michael, the Archangel, played by
John Travolta in the movie, "Michael." Of course, in the end, he leaves dancing,
so clearly the departure was not all that bad.
Harmful memories hang themselves on pain and unconsciousness. Loss is also linked to the
concepts of pain and unconsciousness. To be reborn one must first die and that
is not so easy these days; there is usually pain and unconsciousness involved.
There is certainly disagreement on the concept that one should die. You might
not even be successful. People who didn't care a snit about you when you were
alive will bend over backwards to keep you alive when you are hooked up to a
machine and draining all your family's money. That one should say, "I'd like to
go now" is very unpopular.
Going before the body gives out naturally could get some friend or family member in
trouble. It is considered a sin by some and a crime by others. Ending one's life
before one gets too disgusting and wracked with pain is problematic. How to do
it? One could take pills, I suppose, but they're hard to get if you are clearly
going to do yourself in. You could shoot yourself or throw yourself off of a
building, but that wreaks of desperation and a troubled mind.
No, if you are truly in control, on top of things, you just end off your affairs, write
letters to all who need a word upon parting and kiss your loved ones goodbye.
Then you slip out in your sleep, with a smile on your face. My mother went this
way. She didn't write letters or say goodbye, but she did slip off quietly in
her sleep. I picture her going over things in her head as she drifted off to
sleep and, seeing that all was well in hand, kept slipping until she had slipped
away. We should all do as well.
Coming back, then, is not a problem. I've done it for centuries. It's leaving without
it becoming another lump on my time track, filled with pain and unconsciousness.
Slipping away quietly and politely as my mother did, seems the best way. For
that one needs control.
(More to come)