I love fantasy. I love to read it, watch it in movies, see the art that comes out of it. It’s pretty neat stuff.
But it’s not real. And it’s important to know that.
In Happy Fantasy Land, 84-year-old grandpa’s don’t die. I’d love to live there! Then my grandpa, who has less than 10% kidney function, fluid around his heart, low blood pressure, pre-diabetes, numb & swollen feet and knees that are constantly painful, wouldn’t have to die. He’d get all better, and everyone would have a party and it’d be swell.
But in Real Life, the one we have to live it, it just isn’t going to happen. You can say it all you want, but this isn’t one of those “believe it and it’ll come true” type things. He’s dying. It’s not a fun truth, but at least I’ll be prepared when it happens. It won’t be a shock, it won’t be surprising; in fact, because I can see the way things are, it very well may come as a blessing. The man needs to rest. To not be in pain. To not sit there in his nearly useless body and think about all of the things he would be doing if he could, but can’t. Can’t.
If this were an animal, we would have had him euthanized ages ago, because it would be kinder. But for some reason, when it’s a human, we have to make sure they lose all dignity first. We have to make sure that their nearest and dearest suffer as much as possible, until they have such guilt over wanting it to be over that they can hardly function.
I just don’t get how, or why, people do this. Why do we want to make people live so long, when they are so obviously in pain and making everyone around them so miserable? Isn’t there a point where we can say, “No More!” ?