Quite a lot, not about my own death, about someone that is dear to me.

This poem by John Donne gives me both comfort and understanding of our mortality.

Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
John Donne (1572 –1631)

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

As someone that got cancer at 13 had 18 operations over 50 years nearly did not make it twice. I think about the future never dwell on what may happen live for today

In your dream, the woods represent feelings of being lost, or losing your way. They might also represent the unknown. The fact that you couldn't see because of the rain means that you feel you have lost your perspective, and don't know how to face "the great unknown".

The rain coming down on you, in your dream, represents a Spiritual presence. But it can also represent the washing away of old misconceptions, and starting over again. This could mean a gift...or assistance from God.

The fact that you heard your mother's voice, but didn't understand what it was saying, means you doubt your own ability to express yourself or communicate well.

I think about death but it doesn’t make me sad. There’s no reason why anyone would know who I am after the people I love have passed on.

Because that’s the point; your life is significant to those you love and those you live along side. If you achieve that and you’re happy, that’s the reason for existing. Once I’m gone, and they are gone too, everything is complete.

Rarely my own. What was your dream?

Since my open heart surgery, I think about it often.

I don't think too much about my own but my relatives and friends.

This picture is beautiful!

Every day
But it's a beautiful thing

a bit here and there.

Quite a lot.

Ive been there. 😒🤗❤️

really a lot

All the time. I am just here doing my time on this planet. I want to make the most of it now. After which, I want to move on and never come back here. I am very tired. I pray that Jesus guides my soul to the end.

More than I used to because I'm on the downhill slide. Mainly, I'm thinking about what else I have to do to make things easy for my survivors when I check out.

I think about it fairly constantly. Lots of health anxiety for a long time now and it's really messing with my anxiety at this point. 😅

Often.

All the damn time

Every day. I think of my own death, my pets’, my loved ones’, and strangers.

Every day. And not just mine 😡

Funny I thought I was the only one.

Far too much I believe.

A lot of the time

Several times a day

Im closer to my end than my beginning. Think about it everyday. In ER i see death on regular basis

Often, nowadays.

But knowing we are going to die has helped me take some chances in life and made my life much better

Cheer up.
In a hundred years, no one will know you have existed.

I don’t think about my death, it’s about the ones I love dying. When I am dead I will be dead.

Death doesn't exist.

My older, very dimwitted, brother was very obsessed with it after our Dad died when we were preteens in early 1981.