Accepting Death

Death, he thought, was not something he would welcome but neither would he mind its coming.  It was not something he needed to fear or run from.  No need to deny its reality, as once he had done; nor need he place himself beyond it as he did when shielded by the invulnerability of youth.  He wished people he loved would not have to be sad.  But that seemed about all.  He had come a very long way.