I've been saying I'll write this, about my grandmother, about euthanasia and about why I became a celebrant. I finally got it out. Please don't hate me.
I like the way you write very much. I had a rush of emotion and reminiscence of my Dad’s last days reading it. I agree that your decision was undoubtedly the right one because it centred her need, not yours or anyone else’s.
I've no doubt you made the right decision (with your grandmother and in becoming a celebrant). I've sat with people while they died and in one case in particular I'd have taken the option to ease her death, had there been one, even though it would also have hastened it.
Should I have such things as loved ones left when I'm dying, they'll know me well enough to do whatever they can to save any harvestable organs first and then let me go.
Naturally I will come back from the grave and wreak terrible revenge on all concerned in an attempt to reclaim my lost organs, but I know you and zombies, so I won't say any more about that.
I like the way you write very much. I had a rush of emotion and reminiscence of my Dad’s last days reading it. I agree that your decision was undoubtedly the right one because it centred her need, not yours or anyone else’s.
I've no doubt you made the right decision (with your grandmother and in becoming a celebrant). I've sat with people while they died and in one case in particular I'd have taken the option to ease her death, had there been one, even though it would also have hastened it.
Should I have such things as loved ones left when I'm dying, they'll know me well enough to do whatever they can to save any harvestable organs first and then let me go.
Naturally I will come back from the grave and wreak terrible revenge on all concerned in an attempt to reclaim my lost organs, but I know you and zombies, so I won't say any more about that.