In my last post I talked about the basketball team I played on. David Chau was not on the team, but he practised with us a lot.
Last Saturday night most of the team was together playing basketball (I wasn’t there), when David suddenly fell down unconscious. He died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
David wore a pacemaker, so I’m guessing the problem was heart related. However, his doctor had given him permission to play ball, so I’m not sure what happened.
It’s a little unsettling when something like this happens; someone apparently in good health is suddenly gone, with no warning. Is this easier than hanging on for years, slowly fading away as Dad did? One way is a shock; you are unprepared. The other way people have already come to terms with the end when it happens, but the years of decline are hard on everyone.
For the individual there is a lot to be said for knowing death is coming so you can get your affairs in order, and make sure your family can survive, but you’ve got to stand there and face your death.
I think when I go I want a compromise: Not several years slowly losing my mind and body, but not instantly either. Give me a few days or weeks of alertness and health to get everything in order and say goodbye to my friends and family.
OK?