And all my neurons closed their eyes, but they couldn't block out the sound...
Today I saw my mother. Haven't visited or seen her in about a year.
Had I taken my phone and recorded the meeting, I would have been able to play back to you an audio file of the most awful, gut-wrenching, inarticulate, broken sound of misery I have ever heard in my life. It was worse than sobbing, worse than hysteria, screams, or gulps of panic. It was like someone who'd suffered a stroke and could no longer talk, howling with the force, frustration, and all-out anguish of a 6month old baby having its toes and fingers snapped off one by one. And it went on and on and on and on.
Had I filmed it, I'd have the perfect and irrefutable argument in favour of suicide or euthanasia.
Anyone who thinks differently is very welcome to argue with me.
Anyone who argues with me is welcome to visit my mother because I'd like to see how they can argue about the sanctity of life etc etc after seeing the state she's in.
Had I taken my phone and recorded the meeting, I would have been able to play back to you an audio file of the most awful, gut-wrenching, inarticulate, broken sound of misery I have ever heard in my life. It was worse than sobbing, worse than hysteria, screams, or gulps of panic. It was like someone who'd suffered a stroke and could no longer talk, howling with the force, frustration, and all-out anguish of a 6month old baby having its toes and fingers snapped off one by one. And it went on and on and on and on.
Had I filmed it, I'd have the perfect and irrefutable argument in favour of suicide or euthanasia.
Anyone who thinks differently is very welcome to argue with me.
Anyone who argues with me is welcome to visit my mother because I'd like to see how they can argue about the sanctity of life etc etc after seeing the state she's in.