As I sat by my mother's side and held her hand and watched her, I remember thinking, It was comforting to know what I would look like. It made death a little less frightening, a little more intimate, a little more dear.
In Ruth Ozeki's book "The Face," a profound moment occurs as the narrator sits beside her mother, holding her hand. This intimate setting leads to a contemplative realization: witnessing a parent's face nearing the end of life provides a sense of comfort. It allows the narrator to envision her own future and understand the inevitable journey of aging and death.
This reflection casts a softer light on mortality, transforming fear into...