Learning when to let go
A friend was telling me that ten years ago when his father was dying of cancer, that his brother was a cheerleader for keeping his father going. But after several horrendous bouts of chemo late in the game, even the doctors said that the family would be better off helping him make the transition of letting go.
Another friend told me that while his mother’s dying was over a long period of time, that she always said she wished she had gone like his father, who had died suddenly after having gone to see Verdi’s Requiem. Now that is how I would choose to go.