When she asked why they were not doing anything for the baby, the mother simply replied that it was going to die. She washed and fed her, put the little one into her bed, and they both fell asleep. When she awakened in the morning, the baby was dead. The parents of the dead child reminded her that they had told her the child would die. As she related this incident to me twenty years later, she said very simply that she would do nothing different.
Death is inevitable.
All beings, including you and me, are heading straight down the highway of death. When I sit with a dying person or men in max in the local penitentiary, if one thought of outcome rears its head, I kill the truth of the moment. Death is just death. Each being does it his or her way. In the view of the radical optimist, there is no good death, no bad death.