Just saw another post about someone having seen their first dead body… It got me thinking. I haven’t seen a dead body. One caveat — I’m not including bodies seen at funerals, of which I’ve seen my fair share. A body embalmed and presented for viewing is very, very different than seeing a dead body “in the wild”.
Life for me is generally vibrant and fulfilling, always moving forward. I don’t think I fear death per se… but finding a loved one passed away in their sleep or collapsed in the kitchen from a heart attack, or running to the scene of a brutal car crash to find a passenger dead, something like that… I think that would shake me to my core.
It would snuff the light of life out, in my soul a bit. I dread that day.