Waking life now seems to have its own dream like attributes, complete with time distortions and odd sensations. When to say it is okay to die? I’ve had a number of close relatives mutter those 4 empowering words: “I’m ready to go”—meaning they were at peace and ready to die anytime. What might I do if I were in my late 80s or 90s in these times? I like to think I’d be willing to just accept that if I got infected, I’d spare the health care system the burden of my care, save the vent for someone else, and let me go at home in a peaceful setting.
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