The husband of my mom's friend died today after a long battle with cancer. I wonder if it would be fair to feel relief, after all he had begged to be euthanized several times in the past. I can only imagine the pain that he was in. I was told that the morphine was the only thing that was keeping him alive and the life he had for the past three years can barely be categorized as living. He wanted to die. In fact, he had pleaded to his wife to set him free as he couldn't stand the pain anymore. But how do you honor that request when you know that you will lose the person you vowed to love? When does one let go after collecting memories with the same person who is asking you to commit murder? Where does it all end? Why wouldn't you do it?
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