I apologise for this seemingly morbid topic.
At 46 many people might start thinking about dying... I don't mean considering doing it, I mean thinking that they are getting older and that they are mortal, and that we won't be here forever.
Nobody said this to me, but in the newspaper report of our crash I red that my injuries were 'initially thought to be life threatening'. I thought about this and wondered what it would have been like to die, given that I was so drugged up on morphine there are bits I can't really remember clearly. I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't really have known about it and that it would have been my family and friends who would have had all the suffering.
I was thinking about it the other day, and realised that although I am scared of getting old and infirm and losing my mental abilities; and of suffering and pain for both myself and my loved ones, I'm not afraid of dying itself.
It's not that I believe in an afterlife or heaven/hell, I just feel that it will be a long and very peaceful sleep (hopefully not involving strange dreams that involve having to hide the duvet).