At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
Only the young and tactless would post a prompt like this on a site like this, known to encompass members of all ages and stages of health and fitness. Yep, we’re all going to die, but do you really need to shove our faces in it?
A quick skip through the grid suggests that most people have responded either with admirable attempts at flippancy, or with short, pithy broadsides suggesting WP pull its head in. But having lived for the last six weeks with possibility that my sister (and best friend) had cancer (she hasn’t!) I’m not feeling particularly gung-ho about the subject, and I’m pretty sure there’ll be others here even less impressed than I am.
I know about death. I’ve known about death for a very long time. My own demise doesn’t worry me particularly, although I’d prefer to skip a gradual decline and attendant suffering. But once it’s done, I’ll either know nothing, or be reunited with those who’ve gone before (except my mother-in-law, hopefully). All well and good for me. But not for those I’ve left behind.
And that’s what you’re blithely disregarding here, children of the Daily Prompt. Discussing mortality may be an interesting intellectual exercise for you, but in other circumstances, it’s a world of grief.