Another wonderful, poetic piece on mortality from the wonderful physician and writer Oliver Sacks. How to live well, especially when one's time is coming to a close? Few say it better than Sacks.
(If you like this, check out some of his books - fascinating, humanistic writing on the brain and the body!)
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.