A neighbor who has known Dad since 1963, when six families moved into the six newly constructed homes that occupy the small street on which I grew up, expressed to me her fear of death. Speaking as one who was dead for a brief time, I can say with assurance that there is nothing in death to fear. I wish I could say exactly what was there during those six minutes that I was dead, but I can say that when I was brought back, I was pervaded by the most peaceful contentment I have ever felt in my life.
It's not death that should frighten, it's the prospect of what we leave undone and incomplete. All any of us can ask is to be allowed to help those we love, to provide for those who rely on us, and to make the world better for our presence.