This eloquent and profound piece that you wrote, reminds me of the waning period of my Grandfather’s life. Where, although he did recite the moments of delight and intrigue from his life, he also told me stories from his youth that he had never spoken of before. Namely, how when he was young he had been mean and angry and he let that part of him get out and negatively effect those around him. By the time that I was born, that part of him was gone, he had conquered it and progressed as a human.
Whenever I have anger or rage swell up and attempt to escape in a negative fashion, I try to recall that those negative things that he had done, some minor, so relatively major, they had invaded his consciousness as mortality was looming near.