Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

I can feel myself turning a leaf, right now!...LOL

Hmm, I don't know, you never really know what awaits at the other side.

Angels & Ghosts

Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

. . . havE NO fEar mi friEnd - this TopiC (dEath) is not so rEadily talkEd 'bout by most . . . firE away . . .

Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

. . . havE NO fEar mi friEnd - this TopiC (dEath) is not so rEadily talkEd 'bout by most . . . firE away . . .

Ah, thanks nobody. No, it's not readily talked about. I guess people just don't want to be reminded of the inevitable.

Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

. . . havE NO fEar mi friEnd - this TopiC (dEath) is not so rEadily talkEd 'bout by most . . . firE away . . .

Ah, thanks nobody. No, it's not readily talked about. I guess people just don't want to be reminded of the inevitable.

Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

I can feel myself turning a leaf, right now!...LOL

Hmm, I don't know, you never really know what awaits at the other side.

Angels & Ghosts

Yes I do...my book is a comedy! Heehee

Okay, I'll talk about it a bit. There's something really troubling me.

I had two wonderful dogs, for 20 years... Rebel, my English Shepphard, was a warm, playful, energetic, affectionate dog. He died a short while back. My other dog, Pooh-Bear, a Chow-Chow, was fierce, loyal, reserved, but also deeply affectionate to me. He died a few months after Rebel.

If you'd asked me while they were both alive, which was my favorite of the two, it'd would've been hard for me to say, but I would've given the edge to Rebel, who never left my side.

They both died ugly, painful deaths from cancer.

For some darn reason, Rebel is already starting to fade from my memory; I mean his exact appearance, the number of times I think of him. Whereas Pooh-Bear's last moments are always fresh in my mind, and I think of him more times, than I do of Rebel.

It just ain't right! and it really bothers me. :(

Death is no one's friend.

@ KM - ? WHAT ? exactly - Do You Mean by that Statement Sir! ?

I think he might have meant that Death himself isn't anyone's friend? You know, maybe because it's not good for the profession. :-D

I expect one or two Buddhists may say that death was their friend. The sooner they can finish this wretched existence, the sooner they can start another.

It's a pity you have to close the book though, instead of just turning the page.

A lot of people believe, are quite convinced actually, that the page does keep turning, in a spirit world of some sort.

...Here I go dragging another thread off topic

. . . havE NO fEar mi friEnd - this TopiC (dEath) is not so rEadily talkEd 'bout by most . . . firE away . . .

Ah, thanks nobody. No, it's not readily talked about. I guess people just don't want to be reminded of the inevitable.

Okay, I'll talk about it a bit. There's something really troubling me.

I had two wonderful dogs, for 20 years... Rebel, my English Shepphard, was a warm, playful, energetic, affectionate dog. He died a short while back. My other dog, Pooh-Bear, a Chow-Chow, was fierce, loyal, reserved, but also deeply affectionate to me. He died a few months after Rebel.

If you'd asked me while they were both alive, which was my favorite of the two, it'd would've been hard for me to say, but I would've given the edge to Rebel, who never left my side.

They both died ugly, painful deaths from cancer.

For some darn reason, Rebel is already starting to fade from my memory; I mean his exact appearance, the number of times I think of him. Whereas Pooh-Bear's last moments are always fresh in my mind, and I think of him more times, than I do of Rebel.

It just ain't right! and it really bothers me. :(

Okay, I'll talk about it a bit. There's something really troubling me.

I had two wonderful dogs, for 20 years... Rebel, my English Shepphard, was a warm, playful, energetic, affectionate dog. He died a short while back. My other dog, Pooh-Bear, a Chow-Chow, was fierce, loyal, reserved, but also deeply affectionate to me. He died a few months after Rebel.

If you'd asked me while they were both alive, which was my favorite of the two, it'd would've been hard for me to say, but I would've given the edge to Rebel, who never left my side.

They both died ugly, painful deaths from cancer.

For some darn reason, Rebel is already starting to fade from my memory; I mean his exact appearance, the number of times I think of him. Whereas Pooh-Bear's last moments are always fresh in my mind, and I think of him more times, than I do of Rebel.

It just ain't right! and it really bothers me. :(

Maybe it's a subconscious protective measure. Protecting you by repressing memories that might cause you emotional pain.

"I'm trying to maintain a shred of dignity in this world." - Me

I don't know that it is repression.
In repression, something is forced down, deeply, quickly and quite forcefully.
You remember Rebel.
You're forgetting some details.
This is natural with memory, considering aging and all the other memories stored within the mind.
An example of repression would be such as the following:
My father, mother, older brother and I were on our way to see family in Rochester, NY some time in the 70's. I was trying to open my thermos. I couldn't. Mom tried and couldn't. Dad got frustrated, grabbed the thermos while he was driving and we wound up in a ditch. We were near a farm and some farmer had to come pull us out with his tractor.
My Dad does not remember this. At all. It was during a time shortly before a rough divorce.
I mentioned it to my brother many years later. The memories came rolling back for him, allowing him to connect some things about it he had remembered to reconstruct the entire event.
I have reminded him (my brother) of several things. He's reminded me of a few.
With time, aging and all the stuff in my head regarding my Ph.D. studies, I'm sure there are things similar that I remembered for a long time but no longer can. But it's not repression.

I was trying to open my thermos. I couldn't. Mom tried and couldn't. Dad got frustrated, grabbed the thermos while he was driving and we wound up in a ditch. We were near a farm and some farmer had to come pull us out with his tractor.
My Dad does not remember this. At all. It was during a time shortly before a rough divorce.
I mentioned it to my brother many years later. The memories came rolling back for him, allowing him to connect some things about it he had remembered to reconstruct the entire event.