Sitting with death has been one of the most profound teachers of my life. Over the years, I’ve sat in quiet rooms, holding hands, listening to final breaths. I’ve watched as bodies grew frail but spirits sometimes grew brighter. Each time, death has stripped away my illusions about control, time, and permanence. It has revealed, again and again, that life is not measured by its length, but by its depth, by the love we give, the presence we offer, and the courage we find in letting go.