I've been thinking about this topic for a long time. Last fall, my nephew was killed in a car accident and I was asked to say a few words at the funeral. My infant son passed away many years ago and as I prepared for my nephew's funeral, I reflected on the similarities and differences between the two lives. When my son died, at five weeks old, I was just getting to know him, but I mourned the lost potential and the lost dreams. When my nephew died, I thought how blessed his parents were to have 20 great years, and how they would miss him and that they, like me, would also miss out on his wedding, his children.....
David Hawkins states that our time of death is ordained at our time of birth. I'm not sure if he's right, but I found comfort in the thought that I have no control over my time or the time of my loved ones, so I might as well not worry. This preordination thought also took away some of the guilt I may have felt and the anger toward others over the death of a loved one.
At some point, I realized that for me it doesn't matter whether the time of death is preordained or not, because all of our deaths are inevitable and we rarely get to chose the time, place or cause.
I laughed when I read the part about how you would chose to die. I used to always say, that I wanted to go out with my boots on and guns blazing. A throwback to my cowboy youth
