When I was sorting out my own feelings on death and dieing, when I thought I
didn't have much longer, I figured out that indeed we all die alone whether
surrounded by people or not. I think it may be the final test of a man's
mettle but I'm not for sure yet and may never be. Some things are beyond our
kin no matter how much thought we give them.
Another thing I figured out is that in order to die well a man has to have
lived well.
One can't do one without the other methinks.
All a man has in the end is what he believes in and methinks he had better
be sure of what he believes in and believe in it strongly as that's all he
has to support him when he walks West alone. No one can lead the way for
you; no one can hold your hand and walk you through it.
When I first figured it out it bothered me a great deal, but then I stopped
to think about all of my family that has died well and those that haven't.
Those that died well had a strong belief system and were absolutely sure of
an afterlife even if they weren't sure of what that afterlife may be.