My disabled neighbour knocked on my door last night, distraught. His mum had been admitted to hospital earlier that day and her condition was now critical.
There was nothing for it but to get an adapted taxi booked and take him up to the hospital.
I'd never been at a death before. It was difficult. The poor lady struggled to breathe oxygen and fought as if to shake off the affliction which had condemned her, before the drugs administered, "to make her comfortable" took effect. She died after about four hours.
Maybe you wonder why on earth I am posting this here.
Well, I think that there is a relevance. Our sexual feelings are integral to our lives, and I have woken up this morning with a new respect for all of life's experiences and a fresh determination to enjoy mine, in a way respectful to everyone else.
Peter

Thanks for sharing this.

Thank you, Peter, for taking care of your neighbor in that sad time. As someone that works alongside death, I can definitely relate to your sentiment. Death makes life more meaningful. I had a terminally ill patient tell me years ago, "Any day you wake up is a good day." She was right

-JD