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An Analysis of Do not go gentle into that good night the very first time I read Dylan Thomas' words into his dying father, and I cried I agreed completely with the feelings of Thomas. How right he was, I believed, to demand fighting to the very end. That's how I would be when my time came, and that is the way everyone should be. I've had a few years to think it over. Today, burning and raging have less appeal and that I find myself impatient with the "Give 'em Hell!" crowd. Likely his bellicose stance helped Thomas the son. The psychotherapist in me thinks, "That's 1 way to avoid feeling the pain of loss - concentrate on how the one you're losing ought to behave." And if we refuse to accept parental death, we could, such as Woody Allen, nourish the key, sly wish that although "everyone dies, I'm hoping in my case they'll make an exception." However, how did Thomas the father feel about it? We're not privy to that knowledge. My father died unexpectedly in his sleep when I was nine years old. Some part of me must have felt angry and betrayed, but at nine I could not articulate my grief, let alone anger. I can never know what it was like for him. I've since experienced the passing of my grandmother in her eighties, my mom in her seventies, friends, colleagues, and teachers in their middle age, along with youthful customers cruelly maintained by AIDS and cancer. The majority of the time I desperately wanted the person to live rather than die, but I have become very careful to not add my need into the weight of the dying person, offering just unqualified loving support. I have come to believe that confirmation of life isn't incongruent with acceptance of its inescapable end; that the in...