I had come to the realization that death was near several times in my younger years: each time with a sense of peace about it. I vividly remember when a tower fell on me I was sure I was going to die. I can’t describe the overwhelming peace and wonder that I felt at that moment. In the past ten years or so, I have faced death more than once: again with a sense of peace. My Maternal grandmother, shortly before her death at 96, told me it wasn’t that she didn’t love us all, but that she was tired of living. Her husband, lifelong friends and family members she had known for so long were all gone and her physical condition was a burden.
As I ponder the fact that through age and physical condition, death is looming,...
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