It was the first time I'd seen someone die. And actually, it was the first time I'd seen someone suffering to that extent.
Seeing what he went through and actually seeing the physical evidence on his body as we bathed it - his inner arms a mass of bruises from elbow to wrist from needle pricks and IV's - his wonderful, long, runner's legs atrophied and shrunken from lack of circulation...I realized that no one's body is created to last forever or even indefinitely.
It had gotten to the point with him that every needle prick was just one more torturous moment to be gotten through.
He'd lived a wonderful long life on his own terms. He couldn't bear to live this torture and pain-filled diminished version- and watching and observing the peace he was offered at this time when pain was the only thing on his horizon - I was happy to see him take it- despite the great and sad loss it meant to me.
Yes, I do think the choice should be made to everyone. Again, I hope it is given to me when the time comes.