"Dying just took me in its arms, and I was free.
I did not ask to be kept alive on machines. I did not want it then, and I would not want it now.
Dying was not a monster. It was nice. It was safe. There was no pain. The pain had ended and the dying had taken over. Five more minutes, and I would have died. I was okay with it.
Dying was my good friend.
"
AIDS Assisted Dying Should Be a Right — Medium
'via Blog this'
You have come to the right place, and we are glad you are here. This is a safe place to share stories of love and loss, devastating grief, exhausting care-giving, memorials, advanced directives, mourning, hope, and despair. We want to hear about about what you wish you had known or done differently, what you wish those around you had known or done differently, and what went right. We will never tell you to move on or find closure. "What cannot be said will be wept." Sappho
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.