As Thanksgiving approaches, I am thinking a lot about the death of my father in early November 2011. I am thankful that my mother and I had the strength to bring him home to die with dignity, surrounded by his family. I feel blessed that my father lived a long, productive life and that he did not spend his last weeks or months in a hospital bed receiving treatment to prolong his life but not necessarily prolong the life he wanted to live.
Death is not the enemy of life, it is a part of life. As Steve Jobs said in a commencement address at Stanford University in 2005:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it.
And yet, we often fight it, even when there is little hope of meaningful life.