The world lost a great neurologist, author and human being yesterday. Dr. Oliver Sacks died in his home in Greenwich Village at the age of 82. His partner of six years, the writer Bill Hayes, recently posted some photos of Sacks on his website. In them, Sacks seems at ease – the types of photos that can only be taken when there is trust and intimacy.
In his last essay entitled “Sabbath” for The New York Times, Sacks wrote:
“And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.”
Rest in peace.