suicidesic

Today my dad told me the story of his father's death, some 19 years ago, (I remember the funeral vaguely, nothing more though). His intestines had become gangrenous, the pain was excrutiating, they told my dad that he was going to die. All he wanted was for his dad to go without any pain, so they shot him with a ton of morphine and took him off of life support, nurses told him that it would only be an hour or so...instead it took 72 hours. Apparently you could see his extremities dying piece by piece starting at his feet and moving upward, while his body jerked violently. The nurse never saw anything like it, his heart would not stop beating, she said he had the strongest heart ever. After 72 hours of struggling, he passed. Even though my own father has heart problems he has fought through it and recovered abnormally well. So I thought that this almost seemed like a good metaphor for my family and I guess myself specifically, I have heart, I'll only come back stronger.

Sorry for the depression factor, I felt it wasn't depressing it made me feel good about myself...almost a celebration.