I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.
You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.
We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.