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After being there when both my grandmas died, I decided that I do not want to live as long or be in the same situation as they were. They both lived long wonderfull lives, both had a number of children and grandchildren, and both had the faith that they were going to a better place..
BUT. Our need to prolong and try to heal, forced them in this world for much longer then they should have been. With chemicals, and respirators, and white stale hospitals..
Give me a house in the country, a dog, and a chair looking out on the lake. The strongest chemicals you can put in me is aged single malt scotch, then when I die, bury me out there..
It would give me more peace of mind to know that my relations didnt spend hours pacing in a hospital, or fretted over my drugged up maddening outbursts..
Just my thoughts
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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