Saturday, February 27, 2016

My Father

My father celebrated his 75th birthday and later that evening he went to bed. He had accomplished the three things in life he valued most, paying off the 30-year mortage on their home, celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and celebrating his 75th birthday, all in a span of about a year. He had a quintuple heart by-pass a year before just to survive long enough to achieve his goals.
When he went to bed he didn’t wake up the next morning. He was in a deep sleep nothing to wake him. He didn’t recognize anyone voice, not even his wife’s. He kept talking out loud to people long since dead as if they were alive. He died in his sleep two days later. He simply decided to die, without regard to who and what he left behind.
Suicide is defined as one intentionally taking their own life. It’s often restricted to deliberate acts, but sometimes it can be someone who just gives up on their own life. The death certificate says he died of natural causes, but where it is written that choosing not to live and giving up isn’t suicide.

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