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(8,976 posts)staying at a cottage my brother owned for Laconia (NH) bike week. Spoke on it extensively as he drank "T&Ts" (Tanqueray and Tonic). Fried his voltage regulator on his Harley over about two towns away in Wolfeboro. Was after dark when he called the cottage for help and my brother and I grabbed the old Ford pickup for the rescue.We picked him up at a bar in town he managed to push his bike to, and loaded him up.
It was right foggy that night and the long two lane blacktops between towns were dark with stony drop offs and massive pines to the side. Now my brother and I are both fairly night blind and the fog was heavy and the headlights not real bright, but we were content and riding along and chatting. I chatted to Jeff "I can't see a fuckin' thing" and he chatted back "I know that cuz' your running 70 in the breakdown lane.". Tommy (the biker) was a little offput by this but a little more left on the wheel fixed that and Jeff and I chatted on.
Wasn't til we dropped a little off the high ground into a valley and the fog thickened till I suggested Jeff might want to take the wheel as my vision really wasn't cutting it for that stretch. He demurred after admitting he'd seen no signs of the road since we had crossed back from the shoulder to the travel lane.Little as I could see, biker Tom appeared paler than normal by the dashboard lights and allowed how maybe we should allow him to finish the drive but Jeff told him outright that our Dad let no one but family drive his favorite old Ford.
Now it MAY sound cruel but I played the boy a bit, pretending total blindness, swerving a tad, and dropping the offside wheel on the shoulder a bit. And when he started begging I still didn't let him drive. Half an hour later we were snug at the cabin.
Now I have no idea what passed between Tommy and his maker that night and all three of us pounded on his T&Ts pretty heavy that night. But neither Jeff nor I ever heard the word "Death" for the rest of the week.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)siligut
(12,272 posts)You have a gift for writing.
HarveyDarkey
(9,077 posts)It will be exactly the same as before I appeared on this earth, nothingness. That didn't bother "me" at all and death won't either, I'll just cease to exist, again.
TrogL
(32,818 posts)Rowdyboy
(22,057 posts)It'll probably be a lot like the "no dream" nights but, if not, then I'll enjoy it to the fullest.
Unless the Mayans were right and the afterlife is a cold dark river full of monsters that devour and torment you. In that case I'll be righteously pissed.
Lady Freedom Returns
(14,120 posts)He and I have been waltzing for a long, long time.
He has been getting real close over the last couple of years. I'm just waiting for him to go ahead and ask me for the kiss.
katanalori
(1,181 posts)Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood,
In the rhythm of motion proclaim life is good.
The stars are all swinging to metres and rhyme,
The planets are singing while suns mark the time.
The moonbeams and rivers float off in a trance,
The Universe quivers--on, on with the dance!
Our partners we pick from the best of the throng
In the ballroom of Life and go lilting along;
We follow our fancy, and choose as we will,
For waltz or for tango or merry quadrille;
But ever one partner is waiting us all
At the end of the programme, to finish the ball.
Unasked, and unwelcome, he comes without leave
And calls when he chooses, 'My dance, I believe?'
And none may refuse him, and none may say no;
When he beckons the dancer, the dancer must go.
You may hate him, and shun him; and yet in life's ball
For the one who lives well 'tis the best dance of all.
Bertha Venation
(21,484 posts)There are some ways of dying that terrify me, chiefly drowning and suffocation. Cancer, while horrible, doesn't really scare me (although that might change were I to contract the disease). Instant death, say by car crash, doesn't scare me.
And whatever waits for me after I die doesn't scare me either, because I am a born-again atheist. Atheist: there is nothing after death. Born-again: I was saved at age six, and the Bible teaches eternal salvation, so I'm going to heaven.
olddots
(10,237 posts)I don't fear death .
orleans
(33,987 posts)you said it was long
but it's nonexistent.
i was gonna go make a sandwich and come back and read the "long story"
glad i scrolled down a bit first so i really wasn't getting my hopes up the whole time i was making a snack.
now i'm not even sure i want a sandwich!
Tobin S.
(10,418 posts)Maybe when I am old and miserable due to constant ill health I will welcome death. But life is good right now and the thought of death scares and saddens me. If you are young or middle aged and not afraid to die, you might need to get some anti-depressants.
RebelOne
(30,947 posts)and my health is currently going downhill, and I do not fear death, but I don't want to rush into it.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)At 17, I looked death in the face and walked away.
panader0
(25,816 posts)Jim Allard was a mason
the best that I knew
He taught me my trade
and some other things too
He taught me 'bout livin' and laughin' and beer
and I'll miss him more
with each passing year
So let's drink to Jim Allard
somewhere in the sky
We're all going to live til
the day that we die
Let's drink to Jim Allard
you heard what I said
As long as we're drinking to Jim...
He's not dead
There's a coupla more verses. He was quite a character and an expert bricklayer.
Death is hardest on those still living.
annabanana
(52,791 posts)2 sides, same coin