What happens when we die?

Toyman! said:

In reply to spitfirebill :

Yep. Celebrate the life. Do not simply mourn the moment of its passing. 

That is true. The sadness comes in realizing there will be no more future moments, whether a seemingly simple FB “like” or meeting IRL.

I found a pic from the time we met up in San Francisco. That’s Christine, another very dear friend. We ate, we chatted, we looked at records. 

spitfirebill said:

SV reX 

SOMEBODY has to clean out my garage!

That is going to be a real problem here.  

Same.  Currently 8 cars.  Car parts all over my house... music gear galore... enough bicycle crap to stock a small shop.  I now try to label any box of parts that arrive so it's somewhat easier to tell what it is and what car it was for. 

I found out a few months ago my ex's father had passed. I know she didn't really owe me anything, but I would have appreciated being told.  I got along with her parents fairly well. 

I once died in a dream,  no specifics of how but very real.  For weeks after I struggled to shake the feeling.  Unbelievable peace and calm, no worries or struggles, not joyful or happy, just utter contentment and warmth.  Better than eating warm cookies while playing with puppies.

Other than missing out on life and missing the rest of my life with my family, it would have been cool to hang out i  that space.

My therapist was very interested in hearing about this.

Snowdoggie (Forum Supporter) said:

CrustyRedXpress said:

The car goes to a friend if he wants it, kiddo gets the watch, 

I still wear my Dad's gold watch. 45 years at Pacific Gas and Electric Co. I would be afraid to wear that today in San Francisco. All the lawsuits, wildfires and gas explosions et al.

Related?

What happens when you die? Lots of things, they just don't involve you.

Death is only the end if you think the story is only about you.

In reply to CrustyRedXpress :

That's a great reference. 

The last time my dad visited us earlier this year (he's still with us, he just doesn't get to visit as often as he and us would like), he gave me his dad's watch. A Girard Perregaux, it's pretty gaudy. I don't have huge wrists, but it doesn't fit. I'd love to wear it just for the ridiculousness factor. 

Being dead is like being stupid. You don't know you're dead, it only hurts those around you.