Dr. Death, Jack Kevorkian, Died...
Doctor Death has died...
I have admired him, from afar, for years. Despite putting himself in danger, because his activities were illegal, he felt strong enough to help these folks who wanted simple death. He paid the price in prison.
My father died in December 2005. After years of smoking cigarettes, his lungs finally took their last painful breath. His last two years were heartbreaking.
Dad was a social butterfly, and alcoholic...
He loved his one favorite pub and went there daily for the last forty years. It was his "Cheers" bar... where "everybody knows your name" and his friends hang out. He was a kindly soul and would give anyone the shirt off his back, leaving himself shirtless... it was never about him, always helping others.
Even when first diagnosed, he still drove there, daily, had a beer or two, and back home... he called it his "job". Grin! There was one bar chair that all the guys knew was Coop's seat... left open for him.
Towards the end, many times, he mentioned Jack Kevorkian. Life wasn't worth living any more. Every day was painful. Nobody ever visited... even his 40-year bar buddies. I honestly think this was my Dad's own living hell.
No wait - Hell would have been moving to a nursing home, which luckily never happened. Still -- life was darn close to Hell.
Anyways, I am curious what other retirees think about Physician Assisted Death. I hope you will comment below: Was Dr. Kevorkian so wrong in helping these poor souls?
When, at what point, is life no longer worth living?
Just very curious what everyone thinks!
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