There is nothing more sobering than a great deal of time spent in a hospital with the critically ill. Nothing more rewarding either.
It is finished – yes I think I know just what the poor fellow meant.
The Good Aunt
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
Cleopatra was fortunate indeed, the rest of us may age less well. But we should embrace age, not resent or fear it.
There is nothing quite like a funeral to concentrate the mind; “carpe diem” seems such an apt phrase at such a time.
Every human should have the right to take his or her own life and the means to do so painlessly and swiftly should be made easily and openly available.
Regret, while you still have breath, is a wasteful extravagance, a futile and destructive luxury.
To have lived a good life is all that matters in the end.
Why is it that siblings often fall out in such a bitter fashion on the death of parents? Is it a petty dispute over the will? Or is it something deeper?