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resisting the age of endarkenment

It’s my life and I’ll end it when I want to

Friday 03 April 2009 Edit

Both of my parents died slow, horrible deaths. I won’t forget what those two strong, vibrant individuals became in old age and sickness: their fragility, their mental confusion, their physical agony and, above all, their unmitigated emotional distress. There are few things worse than seeing a frail old man or woman screaming and crying in pain and longing for death.

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