Last week was a rough one, the deaths of 3 friends. One was 92 and had lived a wonderful productive life and the sadness was for those she left behind, her loving family and wide circle of friends. The other two were young (by my standards.) One woman, 51, had a massive heart attach and never reached the hospital. She left a husband and a grieving 16 year old daughter who will spend the rest of her days missing her mom. The loss of this woman was the saddest of the 3. The 3rd one was no less sad but somehow respectable. A 48 yr old friend suffered from the same pulmonary disease that took his own mother last year. He had a collapsed lung in December. The Dr performed surgery and he was home by Christmas only to have his other lung collapse last week. Another surgery was performed but he was then told that he would be on 100% oxygen and totally incapacitated for the rest of his life. This guy had spent his life on adventures, hiking, camping, hunting, fishing, motorcycle trips with his wife and friends. He decided at noon one day last week that the life facing him was not how he wanted to live so he insisted all treatment be stopped. He died that afternoon at 5pm. Although the last left so many of us grieving for the loss of our friend, I couldn't help but respect the man who lived life and accepted death on his own terms. My friend Howie was quite a man. As you can imagine, Howie's death spurred a lot of conversation on when is enough enough? What would make you decide that simply breathing was not living and take control of your destiny. Not surprisingly, some of the young friends said they would do the same as Howie, choosing nothing over something. My first reaction was that I would never give up but as the week has gone by and I've spent a lot of time thinking about this, I may have come to a different conclusion. If the day arrives when I no longer have anything to say to the world, anything that matters anyway, or my life is devoid of meaning and intent, I might make the same decision. I don't know. My plan has always been to die in bed with a young lover at my side but just in case that doesn't pan out, it's worthwhile to consider options. How about you?