why worry when its your time?

To echo what a few have already mentioned, it is the process of dying that terrifies me. My mom drowned in a pool on my 24th birthday. She was a quadriplegic in the hospital for 16 months. I spent 580 days sitting next to her before she passed away and have never seen anything more horrifying and heart breaking. I never knew the human body could survive so long in the condition my mother's body was in. Every time I cry over the loss of my mother it is not her death I mourn but her suffering.

Having experienced what I experienced with my mom, I can't even tell you how much I hope to die suddenly.