Anyway, what I want to do today is to share with you an excerpt from Have a Little Faith, a book by Mitch Albom, concerning another reason on why people fear death. This is a conversation between Mitch Albom and the deceased Albert Lewis, who is referred here as 'Reb'.
As a child, I truly believed there was a Book of Life, some huge, dusty thing in a library in the sky, and once a year, on the Day of Atonement, God flipped through the pages with a feathered quill pen and - check, check, X, check - you lived or you died. I was always afraid that I wasn't praying hard enough, that I needed to shut my eyes tighter to will God's pen from one side to the other.
What do people fear most about death? I asked the Reb.
"Fear?" He thought for a moment. "Well, for one thing, why happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?
"Yes. But there is something else."
He leaned forward.
"Being forgotten," he whispered.
To think that you died and no one would remember you. I wondered if this was why we tried so hard to make our mark in America. To be known. Think of how important celebrity has become. We sing to get famous; lose weight, eat bugs, even commit murder to get famous. Our young people post their deepest thoughts on public Web sites. They run cameras from their bedrooms. It's as if we are screaming, Notice me! Remember me! Yet the notoriety barely lasts. Names quickly blur and in time are forgotten.
What about you? Are you afraid of being forgotten?