I think that I’m probably like most other people. When I die I want to go peacefully, at a grand old age, with family who love me. I don’t want to be aware of my own passing, I simply want to go to sleep at night and just not wake up in the morning.
Before I die however, I want to have lived my life. I want to have travelled, to have seen the world, to have adventures that I can tell my kids and grandkids about (if I have them). In short, before I die I want to have lived.
Life isn’t a perfect art though, and we rarely get exactly what we want. If I don’t live to a grand old age before I die then I want to go quickly. I still don’t want to be aware of it, I don’t want to suffer for days, weeks, months, knowing I am dying. Even if I’m not aware I don’t want to suffer.
The only thing I never want to lose in my mind, my sense of who I am, my personality. I think I could cope if my body stopped working right, especially if I kept my sense of humour, but I don’t think I could cope with losing my mind. To me, that’s the most important part of me.