Death Definition Essay

Death is a mysterious concept I could never quite grasp as a child. The first time I had ever even heard of death was when my grandma’s cat died. Not wanting to express the concept of the dying and mortality to a seven-year-old, my grandma simply told me that Crimpet went off to kitty heaven, forever playing with Jesus and all the other kitties from the past. The thought of dying never truly reappeared in my mind until the day my great grandmother, Grammy, passed. She was the oldest person I had ever known, always knitting my blankets and fixing my ripped stuffed animals. She ended up getting extremely sick and was prone to having multiple seizures throughout the week. She died in a hospice, consumed by fear and utter suffering. I never even got to say goodbye to her. It was the first time in my life I had ever seen my mother sob and it …show more content…
Why did he make her suffer? Why did he hurt my mom so much? Does Heaven really exist? I was questioning my own religion and mortality before I had even hit the 8th grade; I guess you can say I am an overachiever. The thought of death is enough to result in me curling up in a ball, tissues in hand as I cry over the purpose and outcome of my existence. Though, through multiple nights of existential crisis, I eventually came to a conclusion about life. To me, there is no such thing as fate. It is simply a combination of one's circumstances and the next created by their own actions. That is why, when I came face to face with my own death, I did not blame the man who almost killed me, nor did I fear it. As stated by the philosopher Plato, “The fear of death is only an instance of thinking oneself wise when one is not; for it is to think one knows what one does not know,” I did not fear the aspect of death and I did not pretend I knew what was going to happen. The only thing I could do was stand there, and pray to a God I did not even know existed to please forgive the man with his hand on the