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When I think of death, I see the motorcyclist who died out front of my house last autumn, I hear the motorcyclist's body slamming against the van, I smell the calming rain which follows the squally windy humid day.
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Wow, thanks for this question! I was just ruminating on another question about how we hide death away in our culture. When I think of death, I see my mother's wide open eyes as she looks at me for the last time at her moment of death, and I promise her everything will be okay and she will be happy. I hear my daughter crying as her grandma has passed before her very eyes, and she says, "That is the most intense experience I've ever had in my life". I smell the comfort of the Hospice care center, a loving home for the dying.
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When I think of death, I see a tombstone, a coffin, the ground, and a rotting corpse, I hear complete and utter silence, I smell the stuffy and rancid air in the coffin.
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I have always been concerned about our culture's handling of death. I think death should be embraced and honored as with life. Death has taught me many things like to never take a relationship or a day for granted. I think I should have a right to leave this planet whenever I want to. I do not fear death. I think death is normal whether you are 5 months old, 5 years old, 25 years old, etc. And I believe one can give up the will to live whenever they want to...
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I see the faces of people I love who have already died. They are joyful and at peace. I see light, I feel light. I hear/I smell--I think of death as a time when we exist only as spirits. Spirits have no bodies so they don't need sense organs, and I don't associate sounds and smells with death.
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@LeonixTheatre Please clarify your question. Are you asking about death from a known illness, end of life due to age, or are you including any death scenario, i.e. traumas, suicide, murder, etc.? It makes a difference in how one would fill in the blanks of the above statement...
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taboo ...cool word.... I don't have information on this from the left side of my brain. and what my Right side of the brain is saying ...... I can not share that now. ... so I am going to sit back and see how long it will take before others see what my right side of the brain sees. ---------------- hugs
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I see happiness, I hear the voice of angels, and I smell roses too. I am just not ready to die yet. I have a lot of work I need to do before I am ready to go.
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i see-hope in Christ I hear-him calling to me i smell-the best smell you could ever imagine
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I see-The suface of water as I drown. I hear-A breeze, that dosn't rustle the leaves. I smell-The air when its about to rain.
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I see blood, bright red and flowing I hear silence: no birds, no wind, no breathing I smell nothing: no mugginess, no flowers, no coffee
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I see bad make up. I hear soft, piped church muzak. I smell roses. Now as to why my answers are as they are: My father died when I was 18, quite suddenly at home. He was in the bathroom, had an aneurysm in his brain and collapsed inside the bathroom against the door effectively blocking it. So, I see bad make up because the next time I saw him he was laid out at the undertakers (or funeral home if you prefer) and he had been made up as all corpses are and he looked nothing like my father. I hear the church muzak because that was what was playing quietly in the background at that venue. I smell roses because he had a single red one laid on his chest by a previous visitor. Its perfume was intoxicating. The provider of the rose was unknown to me or anyone else in my family. Naughty Daddy - perhaps he really had a life after all.
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