Everywhere I look, there is death around me....I even face it every single day. From the time I wake up, to the time I go to bed, I often ask myself "have I really lived my day to the fullest today?" Granted I do often end my day with a dialysis treatment, but I don't regret being alive.
This morning, my Uncle Ray passed away, peacefully and alone, just the way he wanted it. At least, I did get to see him in his final days, that he was able to see me, before he passed. I did get to say goodbye to him, which was important to me, but mostly to my parents I think. Even though they didn't show much emotion, I could tell that it wasn't going to be long. I knew exactly what was happening to him, it just meant a matter of time, and he decided to go this morning, which is in a way a good thing, he's not suffering anymore; he's at peace.
That's how it should be, we should be able to pass the way we want to, not the way medicine tells us. We shouldn't be afraid of death....I somehow have learned to accept death. If it happens it happens.... God knows my time, when I'm ready and so forth.
My Uncle Ray will be with me always, but those cigarettes NEED to go, that's what caused his death, but I'm only one person.