We seem to be inundated now with books about death — and about how
great it is. I assume that this is part of the aging of the baby
boomers (I remember someone quipping that we’d know the end of the
baby boom had come when we started to see designer funeral
parlors). Now we have doctors and neuroscientists and four-year
olds claiming to have visited heaven. And — surprise! — it’s just
like you think it would be, with butterflies, and angels, and hymns
being sung. I do get a bit suspicious when visions of heaven are
exactly what we humans expect (my favorite quote from monk and
spiritual writer Thomas Merton: “One thing’s sure about heaven —
there won’t be much of you there”).
Suddenly it hit me: Why are we going to these young people for
advice about how to handle our own mortality? If I were interested
in how kids feel about going to college, I would interview high
school seniors. If I wanted to know about planning for parenthood,
I’d ask young couples thinking about having a child. So if we want
to know how to prepare for inevitable death, why not ask the people
who are almost there? Bingo — old
people.
In our project that collected life wisdom from over 1200 of
the oldest Americans, one thing I knew I wanted to ask them about
was death. Yes, I confess that the whole death thing is pretty
troubling to me — that one event you just can’t get out of. Of
course I’m not alone: there’s now a whole school of psychological
research based on the concept of “terror management.” This theory
(not one of the more cheerful ones in social science) posits that
the awareness of our own inevitable death creates the potential for
debilitating terror, against which we then find ways to
psychologically defend ourselves.
If anyone should experience this kind of terror, it’s the very old.
They are, after all, statistically much closer to the end of life
than those of us under 60. No matter how healthy or active they may
be today, they are genuinely at death’s door (or at least on the
front steps).
So I decided to bite the bullet, look 80, 90, and 100-year olds in
the eye, and ask them: “When people reach your age, they begin to
realize that there are more years behind them than in front of
them. What are your feelings about the end of life?” We discussed
what they thought about dying and whether it concerned them and
occupied their daily thoughts.
One question repeatedly entered my mind while listening to the
interviews: Where’s the terror? Because what
the elders told me is that the intense, overpowering fear of dying
is very much a young person’s game. I did not detect denial from
these elders but rather a matter-of-fact approach to dying and a
willingness to discuss it and what it means.
The vast majority of our respondents described themselves as not
thinking about death much, and much less so than when they were
younger. It’s true, by the way, that research shows lower death
anxiety with advancing age. Nevertheless, I wasn’t prepared for the
comfort level most of the elders expressed about their own deaths.
Here’s how some them talked about their own mortality.
Edwina Elbert embodied what I learned is a common attitude of the
elders toward the end of life: a mix of interest, curiosity, and
acceptance. Edwina is a warm, witty, and very open
ninety-four-year-old. Her brushes with a serious accident and an
illness have led her to reflect on the end of life and what it
means.
It has made me realize that there’s always that question of why
nobody knows where we go. Well, there must be a reason for that.
We’ll never know because that’s a mystery. I know about as much
about it as the most learned men in the world, I would imagine.
Because nobody really knows what happens to you.
But I am very comfortable. I’m not afraid to die. Being near to
death impacted me greatly, to be honest, and I don’t talk about it.
It’s something that’s very personal. But I’m a better person for
it. I do wonder — I think God must be saving me for something and I
can’t figure out what it is. Maybe I’ll know someday when I’m
110.
But about dying, I’m not one bit afraid. Well, if you stop to think
about it, it’s a natural thing. Everything dies. Whether we come
back or not or what happens there, I don’t know. But it’s like my
husband used to say whenever we did discuss it: “If you go to
heaven, how wonderful. But if you go to sleep, what’s wrong with
that?”
As you might expect, deeply religious elders found their beliefs to
be comforting as they contemplated the end of life. Rosemary
Brewster, ninety, is a regular churchgoer and has been all her
life. When asked, “Do you believe in life after death?” she
replied: “I often wonder about that. I think and I wonder if there
really is. And I’m going to find out. I wouldn’t bother worrying
about it too much, because I’m going to find out.” Rosemary pointed
out that her feelings had changed greatly in later life.
But, you know, when you’re younger you go to bed and you think
about death, and “Oh my God!” Or you’re sick: “What if I don’t wake
up?” I don’t think that anymore. Now that I’m old, I’m at peace
when I go to bed. I figure if I don’t wake up, well, maybe I’ll be
someplace nicer. It’s just a funny thing. I used to be scared to go
sleep when I wasn’t feeling good, but not anymore. I’m not ready to
die or anything like that, but I’m just not afraid to die. I think
there’s something on the other side, and I’ve got some sisters over
there who will be waiting for me. I’m not worried at all. And
that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever come to terms with.
I
would like to dispel the notion, however, that it’s just religious
people who shed an intense fear of dying as they grow older. I
found the same kind of matter-of-fact comfortableness with life’s
end among elders who were vehement nonbelievers.
Take Trudy Schaffer, for example, whom I interviewed in her
art-filled and book-lined apartment in New York City. If there ever
was an urbane New York intellectual, it is Trudy. A highly
self-aware, analytical individual with a vast range of life
experience, Trudy is adamantly not religious. She told me: “I
believe nature is God. My mother and her mother came from a
religious family. But my father did not believe in religion and so
we did not grow up with religion.”
Like Rosemary Brewster, however, Trudy told me about the change in
her fear of death as she aged. She explained that the panic over
death is “a younger person’s game.”
I
mean, life is death and death is life. If I die, I die. Dying is
what I was thinking about when I was younger. I remember thinking,
“How can I die? How can I not be alive?” That panicky feeling. But
now I haven’t thought about it in years. I know it can’t be much
longer—I’m eighty-seven. But I just don’t worry about it. That’s
why I want to go out every night, as long as I can afford it. I
want to do everything I can do. But I’m not worried about dying —
don’t even think about it, really.
Although they seem unconcerned about the fact of dying, the elders
do have one end-of-life recommendation for people of all ages: plan
for it. Indeed, when asked about their views of death and dying,
the worry they mentioned most frequently was not being organized
and leaving a load of work behind for their families. I learned
that planning “for the journey,” as some experts referred to it,
was seen as responsible behavior as well as providing a significant
source of comfort.
One particularly delightful interview I conducted was with Ted and
Lucy Rowan. I interviewed this couple, married for fifty-seven
years (as Ted put it, “to the girl of my dreams”) in their cozy
apartment in a retirement community. It’s an interview that I left
smiling, after being treated to their warmth and companionability.
They raised four successful children and are active in the
community where they live. Both are in their mid-80s.
Their approach of the end of life is to plan. Lucy told me:
Well, I think about death easily because our proxy and our will are
all set. But our concern right now is more about the stuff we have.
Do you see all of these things we’ve accumulated? Look at the
albums I have, and I’m sure my children are not going to want them.
What am I going to do with them? And Ted has boxes of lectures
stored in a garage. I am really an organizing person, I really
enjoy that.
These sentiments were echoed by many of the elders. The experience
of “tidying up” one’s possessions emerged as a metaphor for tidying
up the loose ends of life, bringing things together in a meaningful
whole rather than a disorganized set of unrelated parts. My frank
and open conversations with the oldest Americans about the end of
life did not reveal an underlying terror but more of a curiosity,
acceptance, and a desire to “prepare for the journey” ahead. In
fact (as I describe in my book based on this project), the
awareness of death and the short time horizon remaining produced a
desire to savor life in the moment and to take every advantage of
the time that is left.
So perhaps more than listening to young people’s trips to heaven,
we can benefit from talking to people who are close to making the
real and final trip to — well, whatever’s next. I have to admit, it
helped me. If they’re not so worried, why should we be?