Get ready to die. 1.

A guy comes in to have his will re done, the one I did for him two months ago is misplaced. Ok, no biggie, spit the sucker out on the computer and have it signed again. His companion a lovely if slightly nudgie lady then tells me that Rob has just been diagnosed with a brain tumor. And it seems as though he has been a little more confused of late, in fact he was so confused lately that he did not realize he had bumped a car in the parking lot. He did not realize it until the police officer arrived at his door and realized that Rob was clearly not processing correctly and took him to the hospital. (Kudos to that Copper for being a human and for being smart and perceptive) At the hospital for the first time he was diagnosed. When Rob came to see me, he was calm and composed and he recited the course of treatment that was coming up. He is in his mid 70s and he matter of factly told me : I am not afraid of dying, I don't want to , but I am not afraid of dying. I wondered if any of us could say the same. His first wife died awhile back, so he has experienced death of a loved one. But I got the impression that his lack of fear of death came from the sense that he had lived a good life. He had gotten to do some of the delightful things in live, such as travel with his lady friend. He was going to address a note to his family letting them know of his wishes going forward and he was going to go forward with his treatment with an admirable equanimity. He does not want to die, but he does not fear death. He wants to sit in his garden and admire beauty and nature. I hope it works out.