My experience was pretty similar --
I'd always thought about skydiving, I dream about flying almost every night & knew the fit would be good one. Then, about two months ago my dad got sick with cancer & died soon thereafter. Realized that life's awfully short and you never know your expiration date, so do what you wanna do while you can.
Anyway, about four weeks ago I did my first AFF jump. Man, my nerves were electric. I was terrified, which felt GREAT. The experience was transcendental.
Sitting in the plane, corkscrewing upwards, ears popping, final safety checks, the open door, the sound of rushing wind, the nods to both instructors, that initial step -- the roaring wind, falling, arching hard, altitude check, checking in with instructors, practice canopy pulls, the flight the way I dreamed of, almost a full minute of freefall -- then wave off, opening canopy, canopy check, and underneath the canopy in the wind and silence the fear and jackhammering adrenalin and euphoria, and the small things on the earth below, pulling toggles pitching left and right, flaring toggles and the sharp drop, the approach flare and landing.
I'm new to the sport, but to me parachuting is like sex, and it feels like the ultimate celebration of life. More than anything I've yet done. life is a near death experience. George Carlin