"In heaven there is no beer, that's why I drink it here. And when I'm gone from here, my friends will be drinking all my beer"
To overcome fear is to understand it: Imagine you were born in a house (with no windows) and lived there your whole life. Nothing told you what was next: TV, no computers, no nothing. However, the outside doors would be flung open on death. How would you feel?
Understanding creates awareness that we are not so different, every one of the billions of people on this planet was afraid of death at some point.
I've run miles in my work shoes, sneakers, snow boots (today), and I will never forget this time. It wasnt how fast I ran, but how unique I ran. I was worried I might step on my 2 dogs paws while we were all running in the snow. And they are herding dogs so they often run and try to herd me, into a tree sometimes but I'm sure it wasnt intended. They love me.
I only wish one thing: That in the afterlife I am still run. Only then will it truly be heaven for there is only one thing in life that made me feel alive, the wind in my hair, the singing through the mile and miles of forest, being the only one (crazy person) running dodging rocks and roots. I guess my point is that you have to feel a good reason to be alive, good memories, then you lose the sting of death. My dad was content that he had a good life before he died and I gave a short and sweet speech at his wake. I made people remember him, and how he got enraged and threw the TV down the cellar stairs when I was a kid (because he got in a argument with my step brother). That was when I was toddler in the early 1970s After that we never had a TV in the house, and when he died he still didnt have a TV in the house, and my family never did, and still doesnt either. So be it, I dont think about it (stupid TV) and I don't care. Rest in peace RIP, dad. That's how it goes, and now he's in a better place. Free from this place we call Earth.