After a long and brutal illness, my Dad died three years ago this day.
Our medicine is a two-edged sword, keeping us alive long long after all our quality of life has gone.
When I was a kid, part of Catholicism's reality was praying to St Joseph for the grace of a good death. That meant, of course, a death in the state of grace. When I think of a good death now, I think of one that is swift.
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Our medicine is a two-edged sword, keeping us alive long long after all our quality of life has gone.
When I was a kid, part of Catholicism's reality was praying to St Joseph for the grace of a good death. That meant, of course, a death in the state of grace. When I think of a good death now, I think of one that is swift.
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