

Oh, this feels weird. I've certainly read other books by people who have already passed, and even one or two by people who knew they were dying, but I'm not sure I've encountered one where the act of dying was so much the focus. Critiquing a dying man's words feels...wrong.
For the most part, I'm not certain what might be viewed as a critique is anything more than a difference in option on two points. 1/?
I am grateful for the epilogue written by Lucy, his wife's, point of view, because it provides the acknowledgement 6d
We can't experience death before our time, and another's experiences can only ever be a possible touchstone for our own approach to end of life, but it's still encouraging to know people who care, 6d
⚠️death, grief, descriptions of medical procedures and terminal illness 6d