I’m not talking about the way you die like illness, accident… But the state of your last days, to me, it’s being completely alone in your room and the only thing you have is memories from the past..
I’m not talking about the way you die like illness, accident… But the state of your last days, to me, it’s being completely alone in your room and the only thing you have is memories from the past..
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Dementia, once you’ve seen it in its late stages you understand.
My uncle lived alone and was an alcoholic and he fell down the stairs drunk. He was an incredible man, well liked and well loved and intelligent. Retired early but then that meant he wasn’t expected to be anywhere so the person who found him was a cleaner who comes every other week. They found him at the bottom of the stairs and after the autopsy it was determined he did not die instantly, he died from lack of food and water and his injury and no one knew.
Probably being violently killed in front of loved ones
just like you said but alone on a hospital bed, the idea of being entirely alone during your last hours alive has always been very depressing to me
By being given up on.
Speaking from personal experience, seeing the people you loved, cherished, and spent countless hours with, slowly leaving your life because there is nothing else they can do to help you is horrible.
I still wish I could get the time I spent shooting dope back.
The last time I overdosed nearly killed me. All I remember thinking about after I came back is how much I just wanted to hug the people I lost and tell them Im sorry.
That day never came. Most of them are dead now.
I never got to say goodbye because they gave up on me.
Its my own fault, but it eats me alive, everyday.
Other than wasting sicknesses or dying of mental issues…
The poor guy that died in his cubicle and his fellow workers didn’t realize it for four days or so.
Similarly, the lady in her apartment that died and no one found out for years.
I think the guy is sadder because he seems to have been surrounded by people, but none were friends.
She was at home watching TV sick when she died, so at least she was kicking back at home.
A girl I went to school with found out that her husband was cheating on her with her cousin. She took her own life after discovering this, leaving behind a 6-month-old baby. The husband, cousin, and baby are now a ‘happy’ family and are posting pictures on social media as if nothing ever happened.
Alone
Being alone. But also being alone knowing you failed your closest people such as your family or friends.
The way my father is dying. Cancer slowly spreading throughout his whole body so he’s on morphine multiple times a day, copd so he’s on oxygen, spinal stenosis, congestive heart failure and he’s only got my mom to take care of him and no one visits except me a couple times a year and my brother because he was an alcoholic asshole his whole life and burned all his bridges.
I’d say forgotten, scared or alone. My husbands grandfather fell off his tractor alone in the early hours of the morning and wasn’t found till hours later. They didn’t do an autopsy, so they didn’t know if he fell first or had a cardiac event, etc. We know he called a few people around his estimated time of death, so we assume he fell and tried to call for help. The thought of him alone in that field, scared or in pain, is what gets me. I’d say that scenario is the saddest to me
The saddest case for me is Joyce Vincent. Died alone, probably from an asthma attack or a peptic ulcer, and her remains went undiscovered for two whole years.
She was slowly cutting contact with friends and family and died being surrounded by unsent Christmas gifts she was probably wrapping or planning to send to the remaining people she did care for, but those same people never even bothered to check up on her. Her TV and heating were on even during the time of her discovery, but her area was normally noisy so nobody has noticed anything and neighbors thought the smell of decay was because of the nearby garbage.
It’s just kinda heartbreaking to me, and only remember her story to remind myself to not be a recluse (even tho I want to) and try to stay in touch with people
Probably trapped in a place where no one can find u, like that woman who fell through her attic into her wall
My mom head breast cancer. It eventually spread through the whole body. Morphine didn’t do anything and she died in her sleep in hospice.
I have been very sick for 1-2 years, in and out of hospital, sometimes thought I would die. My biggest dread, panic and sadness I’ve had during these times was that I never got out of this relationship. Abusive, dysfunctional? I don’t know. I still need to, and those experiences made that clear. That is the advice I have for myself and others, even if I’m struggling to follow it right now. It just sits so sad and feels wasted on your heart, when you’re confronted with your life that way
Not being ready to go. My worst fear is not being ready to go and it being inevitable. At that point, make it quick, I already have bad anxiety and don’t want to spend my final hours in intense panic.
Alone
there was a man who went hiking with his wife and infant child and their dog. they were hiking in a desert area then suddenly there was a heat wave and the baby started to cry and they tried to run back to their car but they somehow lost the keys and couldn’t escape. they all ended up dying.
Dad had pancreatic cancer. It was a short time from diagnosis to death (6 weeks) but those weeks were horrifying to witness. Towards the end, like the last week maybe, it spread to his liver and as a result his blood was loaded with whatever enzymes come from that and he was just hallucinating nightmares all the time. Occasionally he’d pop through to the real world but it wasn’t fuckin good, man. Frequently thought he was on a submarine that was sinking. Maybe from the war novels he read all the time, idk. But he was scared and confused and in excruciating pain and couldnt communicate with us 90% of the time. So yea I’d say that
Worked in hospice- seeing people spend their last weeks with nobody to visit them, no family was heart wrenching. I’d sit with them overnight for nights on end, even when they entered the active dying phase. Nobody should have to pass alone.
probably being in an unreachable place, where no one knows where you are and if they did thered be no way to get to you
probably being in an unreachable place, where no one knows where you are and if they did thered be no way to get to you
I agree with the thought of being alone, in your room or somewhere with only your memories with you- BUT- something even more terrifying would be to be alone, with dementia and not even the beautiful memories that you have can keep you happy for one last moment. I couldn’t imagine. I pray not many people ever have to go through this.
Alone with tons of regret,missing out,feeling like no one cares. No calls,texts,the days seem blurred,stuff like that
Like Gene Hackman
I think dying alone and then not being found for a while would be a sad way to go.
My neighbor from across the street died in a sad state a few years back. His wife left him, took the cat with her, and cut all contact with him. His kids wouldn’t even allow him to call her on mother’s day. He was an alcoholic and he sat down in his chair in the living room and didn’t leave it for days, not even to use the toilet. Police were called once or twice because people were concerned, but they said he was “fine” and left. Eventually he just died in that chair. I hear the apartment was nasty to clean out, they left the windows open for over a week
I had an extended relative, who was found alone in his room, his roommate hadn’t seem him in a few days but his door was locked. When they found him, the maggots were eating him. I think he had gotten covid and just never left his room and just died. So idk, that’s pretty bad.
He said some hurtful, untrue thing about my dad at his funeral, so I’m ashamed to admit I’m sort of happy to see him go that way.