{"id":6304,"date":"2019-09-20T12:05:00","date_gmt":"2019-09-20T16:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=6304"},"modified":"2020-10-07T19:48:42","modified_gmt":"2020-10-07T23:48:42","slug":"death-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=6304","title":{"rendered":"Death Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been collecting death stories for a long time.<\/p>\n<p>The first is from my ancestor Jenny Murdoch. I\u2019ve been told a story about her, I like to think of her as my mother\u2019s mother\u2019s mother, but it\u2019s too late to find out now.\u00a0 The story is that she was on the boat from Scotland, down in steerage, and there came a big storm.\u00a0 She scrambled up to the deck, crying out \u201cIf I mus\u2019 dee, let me not dee in darkness.\u201d\u00a0 That\u2019s how I remember it.\u00a0 That cry, in some ways, has been my guiding star:\u00a0 I do not want to die in darkness. I have lived most of my life in severe depression.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>I didn\u2019t know, until I got on medication, that I had never had normal brain chemistry.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>One of the things that kept me going through nearly 60 years was the determination that I would not die depressed.<\/p>\n<p>I think of my grandfather, the summer of my sister\u2019s wedding.\u00a0 He was too frail to come to Maine, but my Aunt Carolyn, on her way home to San Francisco, stopped in Cincinnati to see him.\u00a0 She took him a piece of wedding cake.\u00a0 He asked several times if the wedding had happened, and Aunt Carolyn reassured him.\u00a0 The day after she left, he called to the nurse to bring him his glasses.\u00a0 So she did, and he said \u201cNot those, I want my BEST glasses.\u201d\u00a0 She brought him his best glasses, he put them on, took a deep breath, and died.\u00a0 It seemed to me that he knew at some level that the wedding was happening, and if he died before it happened, that would spoil it, so he was hanging on, until he was sure that his death would not disrupt anything.\u00a0 That was just like Gramps, to leave courteously.\u00a0 And I love that he wanted his best glasses.\u00a0 He knew he was facing an extremely important experience, and he wanted to honor it. \u00a0I also want to meet death awake, with my best glasses on.<\/p>\n<p>I do believe, to some extent, that we can choose our time to die.\u00a0Someone who did some work for me, told me the story of his dad, who\u2019d had lung cancer but been in remission.\u00a0 When the cancer recurred, he said he didn\u2019t want any surgery, chemo, etc.\u00a0 In four days he was dead.\u00a0 I think I can also choose to die instead of hanging around for one of those long slowly disintegrating illnesses. I don\u2019t want to do what my parents did, both of them hung on and hung on. \u00a0They were both alcoholics who never got to step 1: surrender, admit that your life is unmanageable. \u00a0They were afraid of death, even though their quality of life had deteriorated.<\/p>\n<div class=\"entry-content\">\n<p>By the time my father died, he had been unconscious for a number of days.\u00a0 I had been home for the 4th of July (<a title=\"July 4th Monologue\" href=\"http:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?page_id=31\">see monologue<\/a>).\u00a0 Before I left, he was taken to the hospital.\u00a0 He was supposed to come home after the new treatment, so I had a plane ticket for July 23.\u00a0 By that time it didn\u2019t look as though he would be getting out of the hospital, but I went home anyway.\u00a0 When I got home, mother told me I was the last to know.\u00a0 He\u2019d died while my plane was in the air.\u00a0 It was pretty clear to me that, though unconscious, he somehow knew that help was on the way to my mom and it was OK for him to let go.<\/p>\n<p>I also wrote, in March of that year:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>My father\u2019s health is worse.\u00a0 The throat cancer has recurred and there isn\u2019t anything they can do about it this time.\u00a0 He will probably die by choking on his own blood.\u00a0 What a horrible way to go.\u00a0 I cried when I heard about it, thinking about that poor man facing such a death with no resources at all, no self-discipline, no spiritual faith, no courage and dignity strengthened by practice.\u00a0 He\u2019s spent his whole life avoiding discomfort, now he has to face this.\u00a0 Unless the habit of denial allows him to avoid the knowledge of his death even at this point.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Another friend&#8217;s husband had ALS. \u00a0I believe the death from that is a horrible one, the person essentially stops breathing. \u00a0As John was getting closer to death, at what would be his last Thanksgiving, his five daughters all gathered for a farewell dinner with their dad and mom. \u00a0That afternoon, they all went off to do things, and when they were all gone, John died. \u00a0I&#8217;m sure he wanted to spare his loved ones the experience of his actual death.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been collecting death stories for a long time. The first is from my ancestor Jenny Murdoch. I\u2019ve been told a story about her, I like to think of her as my mother\u2019s mother\u2019s mother, but it\u2019s too late to &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=6304\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,3,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6304","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-depression","category-guidance","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6304","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6304"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6304\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6304"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6304"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6304"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}