Throughout life, we get clues that remind us of the direction we are supposed to be headed if you stay focused, then you learn your lessons.

Old age is not synonymous with being 'glad to die.

The ultimate lesson is learning how to love and be loved unconditionally

How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.

We bring a deeper commitment to our happiness when we fully understand, that our time left is limited and we really need to make it count.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.