The death toll from COVID-19 is climbing day by day. One of my fellow CoSPers posted this article about the seemingly universal fear of “dying alone.” This fear leads a lot of people into unfulfilling, toxic, and even dangerous romantic relationships; it can even be the deciding factor in whether one stays in such a relationship, even if it is soul- or life-threatening.
A doctor interviewed in the article expressed concern about being dying alone. This is a highly educated person, and even she’s subject to the fear. However, I was happy to see a chaplain express a different view: just because somebody is not in the room while a person dies, that person is not necessarily dying “alone.” A person may not want such a large presence in their room, and as an introvert, I get it. I hate people crowded around me in any situation.
Finally, we all die alone anyway. When we go into that void, nobody actually goes with us. And if you die in a car crash with someone else (i.e., a friend, family member, significant other, stranger), and that person dies, they travel in a separate pod (as far as I know, anyway).
So let’s not fear dying alone. When you’re dead, that doesn’t matter. The important part is how we live. And are we going to spend it in meaningless marriages because of this fear? Or will we spend it with the people important to us? Friends, family members, co-workers, pets?
My name is Craig. I'm an educator, writer, and unapologetic singleton. When not reading, writing, or teaching, I enjoy hiking, running, watching movies, going to concerts, spending time with friends, and playing with my cat/son, Chester.