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I even can't comprehend me not being anymore. Can you? Not in an abstract way, but if closing your eyes and seriously trying to imagine that you cease to exist, that there is no more "me"?
Well perhaps I’m fooling myself, but I think I can. Both my parents have died. They have ceased to exist, so far as I am concerned, in any way at all. No “spirit”, no soul, no presence - it’s as if they were never here, except of course they were, and I am the product of it.
There is nothing they can do, nothing to indicate they ever “were” except for my siblings and I, and the small urns buried in a veterans’ cemetery somewhere in middle Pennsylvania.
“Not being” is pretty easy to envision. Mom & Dad are “not being” now or ever again. I have a perfect model to understand it, and (as I said I may be delusional but) I think I get it just fine.
