My first experience with death was when I was very young and saw my mom crying. She had something covered and buried it in the flower bed under the kitchen window. She had miscarried. I didn't understand completely ... but I knew she was very sad and had buried a part of her that had died.
2007-09-08 13:17:51
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answered by bin there dun that 6
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When the drummer for my husband's band committed suicide because he had too much pain from his heart and they couldn't do anything else to help him. I had never known anyone, other than when I very little, who died. I knew this boy and I liked him very much.
His family were all laughing and acting like everything was fine. I was pretty sure he was not saved, he may have changed before he died, I hope he did,,,,, I went outside so they couldn't see me and cried. I knew the bible says, you cannot pray for the dead and even though his Catholic family all thought they could pray him into Heaven, I knew they couldn't ........it broke my heart. I was a new Christian and I realized what death meant, at that moment.
2007-09-08 21:11:28
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answered by dreamdress2 6
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I've pretty much always known. There wasn't a moment of "realization" or "learning". I grew up with over 100 at one point (Mom did animal rehab), but I only remeber having about 30 pet (Mom quit rehab when I was 1). Aniamls were always dying, and when I was about 3, we had distemper go through all our cats, and that alsted for two years.
I remember once when I was about 5, I went outside to my swingset, and I saw a dead kitten being swarmed with flies. I poked it with my toe, and then, convinced it was dead went inside to tell my mom there was a dead cat as normally as if I was talking about a cloud I saw.
I've just always known about death, ebcause i was always around it. To be honest, now I'm kind of "numb" to it guess. I'm not heartless, but I don't cry my eyes out everytime a sick kitten dies...
But along with the experience of death, came the epxerience of life. I always new how kittens at elast were born. my mother always allowed me to watch them being born, and when I got old enough, to help. I witnessed the miracle of birth as often as I have death.
So, I never "found out". I just always knew. I didn't have any reactions, but to jsut accept the circle of life.
2007-09-08 20:24:54
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answered by Mariah 4
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When I was a very little girl and I tried to rescue a baby bird that fell out of the nest. The tiny little thing died in my hand.
I was sad, but I knew it was hurt too bad to survive. I guess we grew up pretty close to nature so I had an understanding of the circle of life pretty early.
2007-09-08 20:19:53
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answered by Anonymous
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I've kind of always known, but I do remember seeing a dead cat on a road, and not understanding it was dead, even though I was told.
I also remember seeing a still-born baby in an open-coffin when I was 4. I knew he was dead, but it just didn't dawn on me that it was dead.
So, it was very gradual. The first time death truly hit me was when a pet of mine died. Even my Grandad's death didn't affect me, I knew it was so, but I didn't understand the emotional aspect of it.
In my family, we believe that when you die, you enter a state of spiritual unconciousness. Mum and Dad would tell me that "His body is dead, but he is asleep until Jesus comes back."
I think this is why death did not really occur to me as a bad thing, it was more like "Goodbye fo rnow"...except with pets.
The death of a pet is very sad.
2007-09-08 20:28:00
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answered by treemeadow 5
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I was six when my grandmother died. I didn't react to her death until much later.
I would like to say my lack of emotion was because I was only 6 but I'm still like that today. In actuality it's because I'm an overly emotional person it hits me hard after the fact.
2007-09-08 20:18:32
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answered by Vintage Glamour 6
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I really have not found out what dying really means. I know it is a change in life, but really don't know much more than that. I believe the Bible, but it does not tell me what dying means.
2007-09-08 20:17:57
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answered by mesquiteskeetr 6
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I don't remember. I do remember walking to school with my girlfriend who bluntly told me that there was no Santa Claus. I was so disappointed. Come to think of it, she was the one who told me about sex too. She had proof in a medical book of her fathers. I still didn't believe that was true.
2007-09-08 20:21:52
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answered by greenfrogs 7
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When I first had a general anaesthetic, and knew what complete oblivion was. I knew then how death will be - simply the end of me. No more, no less. It's sobering, but inevitable, so all we can do is enjoy the time we have as best we can.
2007-09-08 20:19:56
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answered by Anonymous
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When I was 20 and excepted Christ for the first time.
2007-09-08 20:54:42
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answered by bobbo342 7
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