В колонках играет - Nelly Furtado- all good things come to an endНастроение сейчас - !!!!!!On April 13, 2005, on a sunny, somewhat cool, windy afternoon an elderly couple in their mid-seventies carried out a murder/suicide pact, a pact that included the elderly couple's dog.
This murder/suicide took place in a park a short distance from the local hospital. The husband shot his wife, then their dog, and then himself. Being so near the hospital help arrived immediately. The wife, and dog, were both dead. The husband, though alive, would die a short time later.
Why would this elderly couple choose death over life? Why so near a hospital? A place where they knew there would be immediate help available. Why include the family pet in their pact with death? Why not carry out this pact in the privacy of their home? Why in broad daylight? Why not carry out this murder/suicide under the cover of darkness?
I see Honor in what these two people chose to do. I can understand why they would choose to end their lives, and that of their pet, together, in broad daylight, under the eyes of God and the world. They were not ashamed of the choice they made. Carrying out their plan so near a hospital makes perfect sense. Their bodies would be found right away. No one who loves them would have to suffer the heartache of being the one who found them.
This was not an irrational act by two elderly senile people. These two people made a conscience choice to cheat old age out of its prize. They would not allow old age to rob them of their memories: Would not allow it to make them helpless and dependent on others for their every need. They would not run the risk of becoming a burden to their families.
As I said, I see Honor in what the old couple chose to do. I see no shame on them.
Buddha said, "It is not the action that matters, but the motivation behind the action."
I know that there are many who will disagree with me. There are many who will say, "Surely there was a better, easier way."
I Heard God Whisper My Name
I was a baby yesterday
Nursing at my mother's breast.
Soft and warm
I knew no harm.
I was a child yesterday
I ran. I played.
I laughed. I loved.
I cried.
I fell.
I got back up.
I was a young woman yesterday.
Like most young women
I fell in love.
Got married.
Had a family.
Babies at my breast.
I was middle-aged yesterday.
I had grown children.
Grandchildren, great grandchildren too,
Had come my way.
I was an old woman yesterday.
My health failing.
I am in the way.
A burden to those I raised
I was placed in a 'Care-Home,'
Left to wither and fade away.
I died today.
I heard God whisper my name.
And loneliness finally let go of my hand.
