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The last time I came into the room, the man's eyes were open. They were blank as a pair of billiard balls. He was panting, his pulse was 42, and his pressure was dropping. The end was near. I thought to look one more time at his retinas. But as I leaned over him, in both of his open eyes I saw my own reflection hovering, a figure robed in white, immense, hazy, and distorted.

Dr. T.E. Holt writes about what he has learned from dealing with dying patients. If you have been close to someone who was dying, who knew he or she would be dying soon, what have you learned?