"Much has been written about the dream of “a good death.” What we really mean is a “good life” until the end. For ourselves and those we love, we hope that the last hours will be gentle and that death will come as a fall breeze through dry leaves, a silent sunset. However, sometimes, the end comes like a storm, screaming in the night, blocking out the light, trying to toss us apart. Stand together. Comfort each other. Remember your love."
James Salwitz