If you could write the script for your final moments it might look something like this. You’re 97. You’ve lived a long and happy life surrounded by good friends and family who love you completely. Your organs begin to shut down in a way that you barely notice. You live your final weeks in comfort with all the medical care needed to make you not notice any pain or discomfort. In your own apartment in your own easy chair with your pictures and nicknacks. When the end finally comes, your closest local family members gather. One reads a letter to you from the one who could not be there. Your last breath comes naturally, painlessly as you hear the gentle voice reading those loving words.
Wealth has many definitions. Gil’s example is the one I choose to hold. Congratulations, Pop, on a life well lived.