Why is death so scary. Ever since I was little I can remember being scared of dying under the knife just falling asleep and not waking up and now that I am older I am not afraid of going under the knife and never waking up. I am afraid of caskets. In fact, I can honestly say I HATE them and those who know me know I don’t hate many things. One of my great unlces passed away rescenly and it took all the courage I could muster to be in the room during the family prayer. When I’ve talked to friends and family about this fear they all have said, “Its understandable.” Why is it understandable? Yes, I’ve lost my children;however, I have a testimony of where they are and that if I don’t comletely gafa it up I will be their mother for eternity. When I followed my Father in Heaven and his son I beleive with all my heart that I raised my hand wthout hesistation and said: yes,I will go and do. I knew then as I know now that death is part of plan ,a necaessary part, in order to become like my Father and Mother in Heaven. My Great Uncle lived a good and full life and now he at peace continuing his work and I feel that I should have been happy for him because he can do so many things he could not do here and I wasn’t. I am now because I thoughts and feelings I have had since his funeral I just feel like I should have felt it before now because of my experiences.

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