A Course in Dying 101
My grandfather turned 90 last week. The past two years have been ones of declining health for him, including a botched surgery and shingles and Bell's palsy and a broken hip. A few months ago, my mother sat down to talk with him about reaching the end of his life. She relayed the conversation to me.
"Dad, are you sad?"
He seemed puzzled. "No. I'm not sad. I'm just tired."
"Are you sure? Maybe you're worried?"
"No, I'm not worried."
"Well, how are you feeling about death and the whole dying process?"
"Dying is much harder for the people around you than it is for the person dying. I'm looking forward to heaven. It should be exciting. New things always are."
My mother doesn't live with her parents, although she visits frequently. She and her sister (and, to a lesser extent, her two brothers who live farther away) help make decisions about their care. At age 88, my grandmother has been able to provide a great deal of support for her husband, and they hired a woman to help with his physical care once ...1