In August 2017, I spent the night in Jefferson University Hospital’s emergency room. The next morning a physician came to me and said in a most matter-of-fact way, “You have a life-threatening condition and must be operated on immediately.” What I found most unnerving about this was that it elicited in me no affect whatever. He could have told me it was going to rain that afternoon. Well, getting all bent out of shape certainly wouldn’t have done any good.
By the way, isn’t the German saying, Heute rot, morgen tot?
Maybe praying for the dead, as I do every night for an increasing number of people, helps ease the fear of death’s eventuality.
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