The app We Croak got a few write-ups recently with its promise to remind us of our mortality five times a day. Anyone who keeps an eye on the news hardly needs reminding that death is everywhere, even if it isn’t touching our own lives right now. But knowing that people in general die is one thing. Accepting we ourselves will one day simply no longer exist, is quite another. How do we live, knowing this, especially as we age?  Read More →

Three people I cared about died in August. A fit, active man of 70, whose heart gave out suddenly on his weekly cycle ride. A woman of 90 who’d wound down gradually but stayed active until her last weeks, when she died of cancer, peacefully at home surrounded by family. My father-in-law, experiencing various health setbacks and partial recoveries through his eighties, until he could take no more. I thought of them often as I read Atul Gawande’s Being Mortal, an important, moving, challenging book on “illness, medicine and what matters in the end”. Read More →