I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age to die young but then you'd never complete your life would you? You'd never wholly know you.