In the micro sense, my Dad was ready for his death. In the final stages of terminal pancreatic cancer, he was begging for release. He was ready. He might have wanted to live longer in an abstarct sense — but right then, the pain was enough that he wanted to die. Death isn’t always a surprise, and sometimes people are desperate for it.

Blogging since 2001, journalisting (which isn’t a word, but should be) since 1994, and sleep-deprived since 2012. Journalism lecturer, consultant and trainer.