He’s always been at peace with death.
More than anyone I’ve ever known.
He says death is inevitable.
It will come for us all.
And that inevitability robs entirely of its significance.
What matters are the things that are inevitable.
The things we create. The things we find.
The left we take when everything in our life is leading us right. How we live.
His remarkable refusal to 'go quietly into that good night.
“Rage, rage Against the dying of the light.”
Imagine, A man surrounded by death in so many way’s, So passionately committed to embracing life.
He could have surrendered a thousand times over and some end.
But instead, He chooses to rage.
To rage against the dying of the light.
To rage against the bad guys that would do us all harm.
Rage to protect those people he loves.
To find moments of peace and joy, and fun.
Even though he knows the light is still dying.
To live a most passionate life, Knowing it will still lead to the same inevitable end.
Is perhaps the most deeply moving choice one can make.

John Singer Sargent once painted a portrait of Henry James that was immediately deemed a masterpiece. But in 1914, at the Royal Academy, a political activist took a meat cleaver to the face of the painting. And when a reporter asked James how he felt about the vandalism, he said, "I naturally feel very scalped and disfigured, but you will be glad to know that I seem to be pronounced curable."
And that's where are now.
Our masterpiece has been scalped and disfigured.
But all of us will live.
And all of us will share in the cure.