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My Granddad worked in the Ford Foundry for 43 years, 6 years after his retirement he started coughing up his lungs...big bloody chunks....he was terminally ill (given 3 months) a man who in his youth could carry a cast iron wood burning stove up a flight of stairs on his back...a bull of a man..reduced to not even being able to get out of bed to go to the can....my Grandmother found him one day with one of his hunting rifles preparing to kill himself...she said, "Is this how you want your Grandson to remember you?" He put the gun down and 3 months later he died in a nursing home...and I know other people who lived their life out full of pain and misery, that didn't bow out early....Now I don't disagree with assisted suicide, modern medicine can keep you alive far longer than your quality of life may warrant...and I can't be their judge....

I know one thing that people hang on to life until they can nolonger bear the pain or their bodies can sustain life....then when we give up hope or are tired from fighting to stay alive, it's then that we give up the fight and death comes to us as a welcome friend... to relieve us of our pain and suffering...

Life is an adventure you play out to the last card...