Before I had turned 17, I had watched numerous patients die in hospital, held the hand of one of them, supporting her through until the very last breath.
Sadly, although also deeply grateful, I even learned to ‘lay out’ the body of a school friend who had died in a road accident. In contrast, I also witnessed three births in that same first few weeks.
Birth always ends in death.
We will all die, so we may as well make it a good death, and live well before the end!
Don’t wait to get sick, start planning now and tell those you love how much you love them, as often as you can.
With or without dementia, I’d like to suggest living in the moment…