I have feared death at the times when my health was about as far removed from death as possible.
It's interesting, about a year ago at this time (the time this thread was created, I was looking through posts made while I was medicalized), my condition was very touch and go. Heavily medicated and with a couple of tubes and an IV drip, there was a sense of peace and serenity. In conversations with visitors (not that I recall them- that is, the conversations), I was apparently informing them of my imminent demise and how it was okay and that I'd had my time on Earth, if it was time to go then that was what it would be, no fear. It wasn't that I was determined to die, I just wasn't upset by the prospect. My concerns, even as the meds wore off, were to those about me.
I recall the entry into the hospital, as the ambulance attendants took me in, I knew deep down this might be it, I just hoped I'd hang on long enough to bid a farewell to those who meant so much to me. As it turned out, I was ahead of schedule for departure, although checking the Social Security Death Records list, I found a person with my exact name did die during that time
. It's sort of how death seems to work, when reading obituaries, I am often surprised by the number of persons with the same first name (I am talking less common names) suddenly showing up, or similar last names. I have a feeling the Grim Reaper has a system of alphabetization which is used for making collections.
So, no fear of death, when the time arrives, it arives.