I met a woman recently who made quite an impression on me.  She was dying of cancer -- the cancer was in her blood, eating her blood cells.  She had a week, perhaps two, left to live, yet she was content to let life go.

She spoke frankly about her death, not relishing the thought, but rather grateful that she had led such a good life that she was ready to move on.  She had no regrets except perhaps to spend a little more time with the man she had found late in life and obviously was still completely in love with after over a decade together.

He had been caring for her throughout her illness, doing what needed doing to make her comfortable.  I watched him tear up as she talked about what was coming.  It was beautiful to see the love between them.  As she quipped about her impending doom, he bowed his head, not quite as ready to joke about it as she was.

She told me about her life, the things she had done, the loves she had known.

I like to think that I live my life out loud, but Barb's attitude impacted me immensely.  I hope, that when it is my turn, that I can leave this planet as gracefully, content in a life well-lived.