Since my DB has passed away this year, I’ve thought quite a bit about death and dying.
I’m prob more an atheist than agnostic but if i’m completely honest, the idea of ceasing to be does freak me out at times. I’m pretty certain that when we die, that is it - just like going under in a general anaesthetic. Having had three GA and passed out once, I can safely say that there was nothing there and I don’t remember a thing - but also thar it didn’t scare me in the slightest as I had no awareness of it at all.
I’m more scared of literally ceasing to be completely, and during moments of real terror and deep thought about it, I do temporarily become agnostic as a way of comforting myself.
Since watching my DB die slowly (but thankfully not painfully) of cancer, I am in agreement with PP that that process of dying is the most scary thing - death itself doesn’t scare me as much, if it is anything like before I was born.
I do realise though that I wasn’t officially actually dead during a GA and fainting, so I can’t be certain or conclude that it was exactly like death of course.
I do wish there was more after death, as I would do anything to see my grandparents and DB again. I get some comfort knowing that I loved them as much as I could during their lives, and I had told my DB everything I wanted to say before he passed away.
The most comforting thing I remember when my DB was in the hospice was going out of his room and saying goodbye, before we went home for the evening. We both looked at the each other and I could see in his eyes that it was his way of saying a final goodbye to me. I will cherish that memory of him forever, and if there isn’t life after death, I know my memory of him lives on through that moment.