Yes, sat in ICU with my mother. No it did not help at all.

Yes, and the most disturbing was the death of a child that had gotten run over by a school bus. I will never forget the sound it made.

Yes. I watched my grandad die at home. He was young and it was not his time. (heart problems) I remember sitting at the window with tears streaming down my face watching for the ambulance to let it in (a way to get me out of the room) while they tried to do CPR on him. (i can still vividly picture it and it still makes me sad thinking about it) I was young and was forced to go to school that day. I dont think it gave me any insight at all. Unless you claim huge amounts of greif to be an insight.

no

watching my son die, holding him, kissing him, made me more connected to him. My wife and I were devastated. Insight to the human condition, no. Ouch, it does hurt remembering that.

yes, and yes..it gave me alot of insight..I don't really think it was "the human experience" however.

Yes & no ... I worked for 11 years as an ambulance attendant, industrial first aid on oil drilling rigs, and mine rescue ... watching injured patients die as I try to save them did nothing in the way of human experience insight ... those that survived and those that died just confirmed that humans are both fragile yet tough. Having been in a car accident where the drunk that side slammed us died, and killed the other three people in the car I was a passenger in. It likewise did not bring any insight, as I watched them all die while I just suffered from my injuries.

yes i've watched people die, i've seen them take their last breath. and did i get any insight to the human experience? you know i've seen horror's like any one else, and in those rushes of complete and matter a fact in your face death, i really don't reflect on the human experience, i wondering how i'm going to get this person going again. and it happens when they and you meaning me least expect it. would you want to talk about someones last breath how do you do it? i know what you mean by the question, it's like when people die it's someone else and it's not you. today, but sooner or later we all have face that reality, i hope its some lady friend that takes my breath away. lets die another day, i'm sorry i stopped on this quetion, but there it is.

Too many times, both my dads and my nan plus many patients.

Yes , Ethel on Eastenders.

Yes, I lost my mom not too long ago. I was actually in Blackpool on holiday with my friends when I got a call for me to come home as soon as I could. I don't really like talking about it, but yes, I watched her die.

Yes, my father a few years ago. Pancreatic Cancer.

Yes I have. I prefer not go into the details. I've even watched a very dear friend of mine being cremated.

Yes, I have been with two people when they died. One was a good death, if you could call it that, because she seemed excited about where she believed she was going. The other one was pretty awful, but wasn't someone I personally knew - he was a relative of one of my clients.

Yes, watched my mother die in ICU of emphezema

my grandfather of server head trama.

yea, my techer died in class one day.

yes, quietly, traumatically, slowly, softly, accidently, deservingly, sadly, peacefully and oddly.

Chanuka one year we were sitting to dinner and there was a knock at the door. It was my friend George who didn't know it was a holiday. We heard a big commotion on the corner (i lived on the corner of a main road) and I asked him what happened. He told me that someone got hit by a car. It turned out that another of my friends, Stephanie, and her BF were crossing the street to knock on our door and he got hit by a bike, passing an 18 wheeler to the right while speeding. He was practically dead on the street. I went to the hospital with her when it was officially pronounced, but you knew on the street he wasn't going to live. His family is still trying to get my old town to put up a light on that corner. There is an accident once a week there, but that was the only death.

Yes ... I was the only one to survive a car crash ... I was a passenger in the back of a small car ... my business partners and I had just started our software company and we were on our way to our first meeting with our first prospective client when a drunk driving a one ton pick up truck ran a red light speeding and hit us ... the drunk died and my three partners died ... I was crushed at the hips and badly shaken, but alive as I watched my partners die ...

I held my mom's hand when she flatlined in the ICU. She was rated DNR so I just stood and tried talking through the tears to her so she would know I was with her all the way to the end.

Yes, I watched my mom die.

Nope. :(

NOpe but i want to i really want to

Yes , JR on Dallas.

Yes. My uncle. He had lung cancer. I held his hand as they took him off of life support, and as he passed away. It was heart breaking, but in a way it was beautiful because he had all his family there with him. I will never forget that day. I miss you, uncle David.

I worked in a hospital for a summer, so yes I have. It was very unnerving.

Yes, my father-in-law. We brought him home to die from the hospital, 5 days before his 90th birthday:-(

sorry love I just asked this a moment before you did-no probs I hope? :)

I just asked a VERY similar question right before you did Chelsea-they wont let me present my question for timing and the duplication-

I just asked a VERY similar question right before you did thomkat and i apologixze--they wont let me present my question for timing and the duplication-now I know-yours was much earlies--i'm still learni--please forgive me?

Yes, my brother had cancer

The Most Beautiful Death. All of that screaming in your otherwise silent and stoic, heart and soul removed itself in that moment. I watched you struggling fighting for some unknown reason as the nurse bid me come... for time had began to hasten. I didn't want to... But for you, I had to. I didn't want any of the entirety of it the magnitude the displacement of my attentions scattering simply to be able to handle your lack of living and your all to sudden leaving when all was said and done Oh the joy and then the aching... I reached inside my heart and made some room for you so you could take the deepest parts and use them for your guidence. I leaned in... I spoke softly... "Mom, it's okay, just let go Go home now, it's okay, don't be frightened don't be afraid, we will be okay... Just go, and be at peace." You, who had not blinked all day who struggled between the breaths that were growing down into the morphine farther and farther apart now: You just blinked hard, one last time as if to say "Okay." and shed a single tear and took that one last breath So sweet, complete and dear... I wish I had captured it in a bottle... I thought that I would see something but it was yours, and it was personal you prepared me with blinders you ducked within your cloak and cover because I think that you understood... If I saw the glory of your leaving I would no longer want to remain myself... They dressed you in my finest dress they washed your body, your hair and prepared you for your rest. You looked beautiful a death befitting a Queen like an alabaster angel a marble garden statue cold to the touch and so completely gone now from my reaching. As death's go... It was exceptional... As I prayed for; Michael to guide you on your right Gabriel to guide you on your left Urial to guide, before you Raphael to guide, behind you and Shakheiniah to guide above you. Your being, ascended softly and I could not have hoped for better for you and worse for myself after realizing... How truely gone you were. I am happy for you! Jealous of you! happy that you are so far removed from all your suffering so un encumbered, uninhibited disconcerned with all that is now behind you. But I never imagined that I too would become just another of those things that your last breath allowed you to forget to leave behind you, to forego... I miss you... I love you forever Mom!

Watching you disappear. Its disturbing watching another person starve themselves to death it is even more strange because its you... We are not little people you know. Amazonian at best! Never has been a delicate waif in this gene pool So its more than I can bare to watch you slowly become invisible as if it doesn't matter at all to anyone. It matters to me, to us. It's too much, too fast and I feel helpless... All these ties that I have spent a lifetime trying desprately to un do all these family lines running along the lies the pain and the fascination with ending it all at the end of some violent conclusion hoping, wishing, spitting out heavy airs of hatefull mantras just to know some peace... Apart from all of the half of everything I am. It saddens me to know you want that badly to go while my children watch you dissappear and knowing even they are not a good enough reason to stick around and bare the pain. I understand how Im not and never have been but them? Don't ask a child who loves you to understand eat something! I can't keep up with all these interventions all of these visits I make to check on your demise It is starting to feel like tracking a loss against its will, like an animal I don't understand it and I know there is something you are not saying. Sciatica doesn't cause someone to waste away to nothing... I know you're in pain, I know nothing works, I know you refuse to take drugs. But Mom... Why wont you tell me what else is wrong? I can't do this... I can't sit by and watch you die it's just too much to ask. and besides, I think I still need you... Is that selfish of me to say considering?

I saw my mother die. She was very sick (bone cancer) and I saw her melt away in hospice. She was delirious at first. She kept talking about my Aunt (her sister) who died eleven years earlier. I noticed as the time drew near she was talking as if my aunt was in the room. Her last night, she had this horrible noise in her throat and she was bleeding in her mouth. She had low platelets so that was probably why she was bleeding. She had one eye open and it stared blankly at the ceiling. The other eye was closed. I begged her to let go. It was so horrible to watch. I held her hand and told her I would be okay (we were very close). Not even a minute later, she was gone. It will haunt me until the day I die.