I had a real bad phobia about death,
Once, so did I!! But it seems that the Gods in their wisdom decided to sort things out .....
All started when my Great Grandmother(Mimi) died - she hadn't been well and Mum and I had gone to see her (at my Grandparents house - I even had some flowers for her.) I was 10 years old.
There was a lot of whispering when we got there - turned out Mimi had just died - was still in her room and that everyone was waiting for the Undertaker.
Not knowing this I was all set to go upstairs and was stopped
I wasn't allowed to go to the funeral and began to assume that death must be something really really scary - especially with all the grownups crying ....
A good old phobia set in - to be reinforced when my Granfather died a couple of years later I started to have fearful nightmares - Stephen King Horror Book stuff - Boy, I could outwrite him!!
It took until I was working at an Old Peoples home that it to begin to subside ....
And finally, when I went to a funeral in Ireland - the full wake, walking behind the coffin to the graveyard etc. I stopped being so scared. I was very moved by the whole thing.
Had a good old cry and a lot of the fears left.
I'm also a great believer in looking at what scares me, and trying to do something about it, so ....
I did a lot of looking up, reading and asking questions
I have to say our vet helped a great deal - when I had to deal with cat deaths.
& thats why I feel sad death is still such a big No No subject
OK - ramble over !!!