I reblogged this lovely post from http://lizardomd.com/.
280 days ago my precious Vic died peacefully. For a long time preceding her death Vic was at peace about leaving the world. She was dreadfully sad that she would not see her sons grow up, turn 21, graduate, fall in love, get married…. She was sad to leave me behind. She was sad to leave her friends behind.
Unfortunately, pain and a weak body prevented her from accomplishing some of her bucket-list items. She however left a wonderful legacy – two young men who were/are proud to call her Mommy and a Hospice. Vic taught people the meaning of living…. She never considered herself to be “dying”. She never wallowed in self-pity. She never stopped living.
We all have to die. We can die kicking and screaming or with dignity.
I hope I will be brave enough to be stoic and dignified when my time comes.