Death fascinates me, scares and saddens me.  But mostly, it motivates me to truly live and to encourage others to do the same. Today I watched a movie where a child died.  I cried, I hurt as though it was real and he was my child.   I found myself questioning whether I really wanted to love someone- a child, my child and then have that part of me ripped away by deaths merciless fingers.  Death scares me. As I type this I weirdly still feel the loss and the emptiness of I child I never had.  My mind strays and I imagine the horror of losing those closest to me and I grow sad.  Death saddens me. But what happens when we die, while we are dying?  I never truly understood death.  Being without life and conscious-what is that? Death fascinates me. What I do know is that after death, there’s…