A Peaceful Exit: Lessons from a Life Well-Lived
Yesterday was a crazy day—yet strangely beautiful and special. In the midst of all the bad and sad news I’ve been hearing lately—stories of death, of people losing control in their final moments, of lives cut short leaving a sense of incompleteness—I received news about the passing of a distant relative: my maternal cousin grandfather’s wife. She passed away peacefully at the ripe old age of 90.
What felt so heartening was the way she died—it was nothing short of inspiring. True to her image as the matriarch of a grand old household, the grace and dignity with which she lived were mirrored perfectly in her final moments. It made me wonder: does a person’s true character reflect in the way they die?
When I first heard the news of her passing, I naturally felt a bit low. And, as is common during phases of health anxiety, I found myself spiraling into fear. Lately, even the distant sound of an ambulance triggers unease. I don't know whether the person inside is a young accident victim, a mother in labor, or someone suffering a massive heart attack—but my mind always imagines the worst. A young man, perhaps in his 40s, gripped by a fatal heart attack, minutes away from death. That’s the picture of death that's been running in my head for a while now.
Living in this fast-paced urban circus called Bangalore, where community life is sparse and meaningful conversations about emotions are rare, I often feel lonely in confronting these deeply existential thoughts.
But what I heard about the way this elderly woman passed away brought unexpected calm and positivity. While two powerful perspectives—from D. R. Bendre and Osho—have already given me some comfort in thinking about death, her story felt even more grounding: simple, fearless, and graceful. The kind of death that folklore from her native village of Billur often speaks of.
D. R. Bendre once said,
"I don’t fear death. Because when I am alive, death is not there. And when death comes, I won’t be there."
Another gem from him:
"To take birth or to die is easy. The toughest part is to live."
Osho, on the other hand, offered this insight:
"There is great anesthesia in death—it’s the biggest surgery of all, where the soul is separated from the body."
He also said,
"When I am dead, who cares? If I’m dead for you, then you are dead for me, too."
And then, amid these towering philosophical reflections, came the story of this grandmother’s passing.
When I asked my mother how she died, she shared what she’d heard from her cousin (the grandmother’s son):
She had woken up early in the morning and called her daughter-in-law, asking gently for a glass of milk and a few biscuits. When she received them, she smiled and said,
"Thank you, dear. You take some rest now. You’ve served me enough, child. Please take good rest."
These were her last words. Within an hour, her body turned cold. She stopped snoring—and passed away peacefully.
What a dignified, humble, polite, loving, and warm way to say the final goodbye. She died, but I felt inspired. With such a strong and steady character, there is beauty even in dying—perhaps as much, or even more, than in living.
Amazing.