Not long after that, hospice cars and family cars lined the street outside the doctor's home. I heard from a neighbor that the doctor died in his sleep. The news that he died peacefully didn't surprise me. With his ability to be kind and joyful despite pain, I figured he had already arrived wherever it was he was wanting to go.
To have an interest in death and dying does not imply a morbid fascination with the end of life. It suggests a deep reverence for the life we are all lucky to live, even if only for a short time. In assisting individuals and families through the dying process, we are also showing them how to continue living.