Dying is Such Sweet Sorrow

In the words of William Shakespeare, "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Oh yes, it most certainly is that, and so much more.   I don't often talk of death, even though it is the final destination of my disease.  I do, however, think of it daily.  I think of it when I look up into the sky.  Whatever the weather, the sky is incredibly beautiful.  I think of it when I hold a grandbaby in my arms, or lift a fork full of potatoes and gravy to my mouth...heavenly.   I think of it in those last waking moments of the day as I cuddle between husband and dog in  perfect sleepy bliss.   If there is sweet sorrow in dying, it is in the letting go of these millions of moments in life that are so very perfect. It's in those millions of moments of small goodbyes.....those moments combined that  make this life of mine.
The joy and the gratitude overwhelms me.
Dying is such sweet sorrow.