A Good Death

A GOOD DEATH. Possibilities for getting to the final days in some form of peace? As some people are drawn into the final days, some people are repelled. There is some pretence that things can go on as they have always done. Eating seems to be a pleasure that the willing or unwilling observers insist must go on. One can’t live without food. What can one live with or without. Love and conversation? Praise and rebukes? Choices and considerations? Kisses and caresses? The eyes of those you love? The very breath of those you love? Their touch? Their voice? While it all fades to a strange distance. What is left?