Sep 01, 2002 - 3:25 pm
My husband died from cancer on Aug 17. It was a relief for both him and me. We had talked it over and he was ready to go. I had done everything I could for him and felt no guilt. We both agreed it was the only solution. We prayed that it would be quick and easy. He was only confined to bed for one week. One afternoon he went to sleep and didn't wake up. Our prayers had been answered. And I was happy for him. Death is not a thing to be feared, it is a part of life. For him it was an end to suffering and the start of a new life.