I didn’t go to see my friend when he was diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t want to visit him when it was clear he was dying. I kept my distance. I didn’t want to see a man who was so vital, so full of joie de vivre on his last legs. But I missed a trick. I missed the chance to say goodbye. It broke my heart – a bit chipped off. Now I have learned to say goodbye to those who are dying. To take my time to know them and learn from them.