A short respiratory illness, with good palliative care, would have been a gift. There, I said it.
I couldn't agree more. At the start of this pandemic my early-70s dad said to me "ah bugger it, I've got to die of something so it might as well be this. I'm not sitting in the house all day". My immediate reaction was "no please don't take the risk" but over the last few weeks I've been thinking more and more. What would I rather - he die of coronavirus tomorrow or he lives another 20 years but half of it is spent with no quality of life, no dignity, afraid and confused?
When you put it like that the whole coronavirus thing seems a lot less scary to me. The reality is that he will have to die eventually. I will have to go to his funeral and go through the grieving process, there's no running away from it. And I'd so much rather he died in a peaceful, dignified way than suffer through years of torture.
I had it with my nan and I prayed every night that she would die. I'm not even religious but watching her suffer like that was just awful. I cried with happiness when she finally passed away. My mum has never gotten over it.