The Suicide Tourist on PBS
Last night I watched the documentary 'The Suicide Tourist' on PBS after husband and daughter went to sleep.
While I do not believe in ending one's life just because of life's trials and pains, I can understand the principal character's determination to have the final control on when and how he wanted to leave this physical world. I don't know if he was a believer of any faith, but I hope his wife may find comfort in a religion of her choice to get through her pain.
Before his suicide in Switzerland, it seemed that although he needed the assistance of breathing tubes to live, he and his wife were so in love and enjoyed each others' company. I cannot imagine the pain and loneliness that his wife must feel after he passed away.
I am currently reading a blog, A Tea Party for My Mother, by a lady who is taking care of her 67 year old mother whose health is failing fast. It must be a daily struggle waiting to see if her mother lives another day, but she perseveres on and try her best to give the best comfort to her mother every day. It is not a matter of time when her mother will pass away, but how they spend their time together before her time is up, and this is what touches me the most.
Even in death and suffering, it is the compassion and companionship of our love ones that helps us get through trying times a little bit more easier.
While I do not believe in ending one's life just because of life's trials and pains, I can understand the principal character's determination to have the final control on when and how he wanted to leave this physical world. I don't know if he was a believer of any faith, but I hope his wife may find comfort in a religion of her choice to get through her pain.
Before his suicide in Switzerland, it seemed that although he needed the assistance of breathing tubes to live, he and his wife were so in love and enjoyed each others' company. I cannot imagine the pain and loneliness that his wife must feel after he passed away.
I am currently reading a blog, A Tea Party for My Mother, by a lady who is taking care of her 67 year old mother whose health is failing fast. It must be a daily struggle waiting to see if her mother lives another day, but she perseveres on and try her best to give the best comfort to her mother every day. It is not a matter of time when her mother will pass away, but how they spend their time together before her time is up, and this is what touches me the most.
Even in death and suffering, it is the compassion and companionship of our love ones that helps us get through trying times a little bit more easier.
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7:34 AM
