Have you ever witnessed death? If yes, how did it affect you?

This might sound strange, but it's not too hard to watch someone die. The ones I've seen have been life changing but not traumatic. Its the ones I missed that haunt.

You need to be there for you, not them. You only realise this when it's too late.

My husband and I were with his grandmother when she died. She wasn't aware of anyone being there. She was out of it and just kind of drifted away.

I think it made me realize just how short life is and that you never seem to have enough time to take care of all the things you want.

I was by my grandmothers side when she died. I was about 7. She died of liver failure from alcoholism.My mother went in to the hospital on my 13th birthday thought to be following the same path.

They told her she could drink and die, or not drink and live. She chose to live.It was the greatest bday present ever. I wouldn't say my grandmothers death alone effected me greatly.

I never had a lack of understanding for death, but watching my mother almost die the same way did effect me. I have a distinct dislike for alcoholics. My husband is what I would call borderline and I will leave him if he crosses that line.. which is a dramatic effect.

Yes, twice times. And they're not even my relatives. The first one was when I was in my 6th grade.

I witnessed how that man was stabbed to death. He was begging to be rescued but sad to say, no one dared to. It was the most traumatic experience I ever had.

That is why I seem to be afraid of sharp objects esp. If it's too shiny because I know they can hurt or even kill. The second time was with a baby in the hospital.It was too late when the mother brought in so when the poor baby had been refused by the doctor (the mother happened to bring the poor baby into my cousin's recovery room), I really saw him died in front of me.

I tried to help by pumping his chest as if I was a medic (there was no one to help and please understand that we were in a hospital where it's really hard to understand their culture, sorry, I can't mention it), I prayed he would live but he just closed his fist as if struggling to live or what and then let go of it. I was sad.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.