When it comes to dying, I am scared. Not of
being dead, that I cannot comprehend, to be nothing is
impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared
of, but the dying itself I can comprehend, the very
instant when you know that now comes what you have
always feared, and you suddenly realize that every chance of
being the person you really wanted to be, is gone
for ever, and the one you were, is the one
those around you will remember. Then that must feel like
someone’s strong hands slowly tightening their grip around your neck.
Paraphrases from the novel I Curse the River of Time by Per Petterson.