Changes

I used to have a fear of flying.  Now I just have a fear of crashing.  It's one of the things I've discovered about death.  When it comes right down to it, most people are not afraid of death.  Talk to an athiest and he'll tell you there's nothing when you die.  Who'd be afraid of that.  Ask a believer and they'll tell you that you'll be with God.  Some would say Jesus.  Some would say Allah. Some would say Yaweh.   Either way, it sounds like a great place to be.
But dying is another thing.
There are so many horrible ways to go; quick or slow, most of us have a certain amount of fear regarding it. 
After my husband passed, I became like a lot of people left behind.  I spent hours thinking how wonderful it would be to be with my husband.  Of course, you can't share that information with others.  They just don't understand.  They think, oh, she's suicidal.  But no way would me, an ex-Catholic, ever think of killing myself.  But oh, if God could come by one night and give me a pain-free transition, and I get to wake up and see Jesus and every great person who ever existed and ended up in Heaven--well--what's not to like?  But what is there to like in dying?
Don't get me wrong.  I like living here on earth too.  God created it and I'ld be willing to stick around and enjoy it, but somewhere in the bible--and I'll paraphrase this, to be absent in the flesh is to be in God's presence.
Anyhow, I think we bereaved have an inside track on this death issue.  Most of us are not suicidal, and would be afraid of the dying part.  We just want to see our loved ones--all of them.  When mom passed, I used to say, most of us complain about dying, but it's our transportation to be with God.
That's my two cents for the day.