Witnessing death

Have you ever witnessed life being taken in front of your eyes?
I actually witnessed one, the death of my relative, it was a an emotion almost unbearable, I felt nausea, standing there being not able to do anything. My chest kept trembling with this huge heart beats of mine, it was like adrenaline yet my body felt weak and frail. Could you ever feel the same way?

When i was a kid i used to burn caterpillars with a magnifying glass , so many death i witnessed .

Meh, I didn't felt anything if it was spiders or insects, I always react with "KILL IT WITH FIRE". I don't think it's considerable as death or murder, Justice is a more better phrase.

Yes, and trust me, I couldn't talk to anyone for half a month. My grandmother died right in front of my eyes and she was the one who raised me in the absence of my parents, and I was bawling for a straight month, breaking down in class and shit.

From then on, I kinda changed. Can't describe it but I know for sure that I changed.

Yeah man, it's hard to accept that fact, but time heals all wounds.

I witness an accident when I was at grade school, where one of my juniors was slowly overrun by a van. Arrrggghhhh... Don't wan't to finish this. I don't want to remember it all again.

When I went to my friend's party (he knows people) someone got stabbed from a drunk dare. He didn't die but was really close to it, the funniest part was the... I really don't know what to call it, dare I guess... was that he would let anyone stab him for $10, but what he didn't know was the guy stabbed him close to his right atrium (heart).

I work in a hospital, you see people die every single day...when you realise that you have a greater respect for the doctors and nurses who have to see it all the time and have to get on with their job like nothing happened

Personally it scares the living crap out of me...

A friend of mine jumped in front of a train once. I felt nothing.
Also my dog ate a bunch of chickens the other day. Dick.

I haven't and I am glad I never did.

But I am sure to experience it one day, and I bet it will be very painful.

How coincidental.

In the dialysis clinic I was in yesterday, me and my mom were talking to one of the patients. He was having lunch, keeled over, and died. He was in his mid thirties, thin, and was having a burger steak and huge jug ice tea (which he walked another block over to buy), wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts, teacher at a local university (teacher of one of the other patients). Was complaining his chest hurt, but otherwise in very high spirits. Laughed a lot at my mom's jokes.

Then, bam.

I was also present when my grandmother died.

Besides that, I've seen a lot of people die. I don't know how many. Maybe a couple dozen or so, maybe more. Working in the medical field, it just happens.

It doesn't bother me unless I know the person, like the guy I mentioned above or my grandmother.

Well it's a long story.

I lent my bike to a friend, and shortly after I lent it to him, I heard a big bang noise, when I looked at the source I saw my friend and a car crashed. I called the ambo and ran towards him, hoping he's gonna make it, but he didn't.
Died right in front of my eyes.

For a month I was blaming myself for lending him my bike, because I knew he was kind of angry about something and whenever he is in that state, he always does something reckless.

I have witnessed a relative committing suicide, off of a 6 floor building. So yes, I have witnessed death, but nothing like a war.

Sadly, yes.
My Uncle was hit by a bus while our family was taking a stroll. Scared of the damn things now. Quite a bother when you live in a big city.
I was... kind of "absent" for a few weeks. Kept remembering him all the time.
It leaves a space that can't be filled.

"Une personne vous manque, et tout est dépeuplé." Lamartine
Translates roughly to: "You miss one person, and the world seems empty."

I've never watched a person die right in front of me. i've seen quite a few videos, and i've killed a lot of animals(hunting and to eat, not like a sacrafice or anything).

i did find a dead person once. he had been dead for a week. we found him by the smell. cops said he died of an overdose.

You have to. What is the purpose of calling yourself human, when you can't face the most tragic events? On Sunday, it'll be 5 years since my brother died. He didn't want to be in a hospital, so we got a kick ass hospital bed for him, set it up in the living room, and that's where he died. At the time, I was sleeping on the couch in the living room because I had irrational issues with my room. Anyway, the night that he died, I was sitting with him. He started convulsing and making sounds that still haunt me to this day. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before, so I did the same thing I always did, I sat with him as long as I could, then I went outside and had an emotional breakdown, had a couple drinks, took some Klonopin and Xanax, and went to sleep, hoping that my brother's cries of agony wouldn't affect my dreams. When I woke up, my brother was dead and the people from the funeral home were about to leave with his body. Ironically, it was Easter Sunday.

My grandma died about a year ago. Even though she was somewhere around 90, out of respect I never really paid attention to her age, she lived like age was just a number. In the end, she had some issues with an infection that she got from being in the hospital. The last time I saw her, she was on a stretcher outside of an ambulance. I respect standard procedure when it comes to paramedics, but she was capable of getting out of the house and into the ambulance, on her own. The last time I saw her, I said goodbye to her, thinking that she was going to the hospital and she'd be home soon, but she died and I feel like shit.

I haven't been a witness to death, but I've been affected by it. A lot of the people who were there for me since I was born and helped me to become the person I am now, are dead. Seeing as how all the people I looked to for inspiration are gone, I can understand what Kamina meant when he said, "Don't believe in yourself. Believe in the Kamina who believes in you!"

Fortunately no. And honestly if it did i can't imagine i would take it well. I think the closest i've gotten is a cousin on my moms side dying in the earthquake in Haiti

Grandma at hospital bed. One of the best teachers and role models in my life. Told me to look the world with 2 pair of eyes each looking into diffrent direction.

Requesta di pache.

Or japanese way. Gomeifuku wo inorimasu. (is it correct translation)

I remember one time when I was a kid attending church and I was sitting behind this old man one time. The old man was swaying left and right and I was curious what was going on. Then suddenly he goes forward like he'd falling asleep, then slides backward then out of the blue comes the pastor. The pastor covered the old man with a white cloth, the type you usually see being used in church. The mass was continuingthough. After mass ended, there was an ambulance waiting for mass to be over. I wanted to see what was going to happen next but never got the chance. I remember that time as if it happened yesterday.

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In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.

I watched my father die through years of drugs and alcohol. He drank himself to death one night and popped a black bag full of pills.

I must be strange, I wasn't bothered by it. I knew it was going to happen eventually, so when it did, it honestly didn't bother me. I remember so much about my childhood even though I hated it so much.

I was living with him at the time and I'd remember every weekend after work he'd come with a six pack. He'd always promise that he wouldn't get drunk. Every Saturday or Sunday Philly Eagles played. He'd lay on the couch and drink to every loss. I never understood how he got drunk on only six bottles. When he does, we found piles of vodka hidden in shoe boxes. We were surprised he even made it past two years doing this. They were searching the home and found a nifty black bag of surringes and pills and such. He hid these things damn good. He used to be destructive when drunk, he'd break remotes, glass, laptops. Anything he can get his hands on. At that time, he would just scream and sleep. I hated the weekends. I was about sixteen when he died and I started to live with him eight months before. He'd leave sober and come back drunk as hell. I'd scold him about driving drunk and even threatened to throw all the beer he would have obtained. For eight months, I watched him drink his life away. I even begged my grandparents to do something, though they never did. My sister didn't give two shits. When he was drunk, she'd steal money out of his wallet and go out and get wasted at sixteen.


When he died, I wasn't bothered. I'll probably never know how it is to witness someone dying right there, but if I had to guess. I'd do all I can to make their last minutes a wonder.