Something we run away to confess. It is the vital processes coming to a stop permanently. This is biological.
We all know what it is, we all know it will happen to us one day, we are not fearful of imagining ourselves on the death bed, what we are fearful about is seeing someone known to us in that position. We are fearful of the trauma we would go through, a fact which is already known to us. the fact that we have to accept it one day creates the fear. All we have been doing until now is repression which leads to regression.
We all know about the feeling death brings, but some of us have not felt it yet in our stomach. Even if we have already gone through it, we have not mastered it, nor will someone master it.
Every death brings different feeling, different intensity, bringing changes at different levels, not leaving us the same. And there is no point in imagining death of a closed one when you already know how destructive it would be, instead of going through it twice, go through it once. Irony of the fact that death is granted to everyone, it cannot be denied, to each it is given. Nobody can die your death, it is unique for every one of us