How to Stop Being Afraid of Death
I think about death quite often. I’m not sure if it is the case for most people and I don’t remember very well how I got the concept of death but I know I was very young. My first experience with death was probably when I was 3 years old and my uncle died. I don’t think I fully understood what was happening but I knew he had an accident and he was going to heaven so we will not see him anymore. About two years later my grandma die. Then my grandfather (mother’s side) passed away when I was in seventh grade. I remember seeing his mouth and it looked like someone sew it. I don’t remember feeling much and we were not that close. I have the impression that as time goes by the deaths around me start becoming closer and more relevant, more important and more heartbreaking. I believe it is the same for most of us and part of getting older. But one thing is the tremendous pain of losing a loved one and another one is when you think about your own mortality. When I thought about