I am somewhat at a loss for words, reading this very sad story tonight. I find the ‘right to die’ movement so intrinsically evil – people don’t understand that the most extraordinary graces often go to those who a) suffer or b) care for the suffering.
Yes, the pain of losing a loved one is awful. But the risk that one day we might grieve is the price of love, isn’t it?
If the reasoning referenced in the story were carried a bit further, then really, why bother loving at all, because there is always the chance that your beloved might die before you do.
Some choices are simply not ours to make.
Finally, the reader comments for the story are in a word, disturbing.
Lord, please help us all.