I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.
Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
Dr Oliver Sacks is a smart and capable, humane man and I am gutted, but happy that he says goodbye on his own terms. Those two paragraphs sum up how I feel about my life thus far, and I can only hope to live half as well with as much love.
Death itself doesn’t scare me, only that it’s potentially painful and that I leave too much unsaid, or die unmourned or in anonymity.