Now that I have less time in front of me than I have behind me, I am starting to focus on that threshold I must cross some time within the next thirty years. I am not afraid to cross it on my own. Indeed, I think I would rather die alone – privately, quietly, on my terms and at my pace. I don’t want to be distracted by having to worry about the pain and grief of my loved ones. I would like to ensure that I have all my ducks in a row. I don’t want to leave work or trouble for anyone else. I want it to be tidy and neat and the next logical step in my life. I don’t want to be any bother.
