The beauty of dying

Can dying be beautiful? Can witnessing death leave you feeling intensely satisfied? It certainly has left me feeling a strange mixture of happiness and sadness. I am very tired and going to bed. But it was beautiful. Laughed, cried, laughed, laughed, laughed and then cried some more. I want to write about it now, when it still feels fresh. But I am tired. But when I am old and dying, I would like my family to be around me exactly like things were this afternoon.