Robert, every day, my sadness over his death has…
Page 160 Robert, every day, my sadness over his death has never touched my love for him. I was at peace when he passed. Robert had lived such a rich and meaningful life. He loved and been loved, excelled in his field, traveled the world explored himself deeply.
— from The Landing (Death) · Lessons from an American stoic mark matousek
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Even our dread of the end is more tangled than we admit; the poet Keats confessed that he had long been half in love with easeful death, with ceasing upon the midnight with no pain. And grief can be borne and even transfigured: I think of a man named Robert, whose family said that their sadness at his death never once touched their love for him, and that they were at peace, because he had lived such a rich and well-loved life. [Name here the stretch of your own flight you would fly differently if the tower would let you turn the plane around — the grief you carried, or the years you mistook motion for meaning.] — The Landing (Death)