The death of my long-time boyfriend from cancer in the early hours of January 5, 1981 was, without doubt, one of most life-changing events I have experienced to date.
It seemed that our future was carved out but he was one of those healthy, fit, kind, loving people that cancer visits in its random way and ravages without any mercy.
He was older than me and was the guy who taught me what it means to fall in love, live with hope, and accept death as a natural part of being human.
Though heart-broken, I saw his death as being as natural as the sunset.
Tonight, I remember him with intense love and gratitude.
I also thank him for showing me that quality of dying and carving out one’s own approach to it is hugely important.