Life Long Friends

how to avoid prosecution for this, as well as persecution from friends? What a tough decision, one I do not think I would have picked, as there is no humanity found among the splattered matter on the wall, I to would question if my life long friend, was truly a friend at all. Captivating write, disturbing... Mark

I sat there and cried. I am not sure what I would do faced with that. My wife is also my best friend and I would do almost anything for her, but I don't know until faced with it if I could. Reliving it through this poem was extremely powerful sir. An absolutely heart wrenching write. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.

This is such a powerful poem. It made me cry. My daughter has cancer and the medicine can make you very sick One time they had to put her in isolation cause even her sweat contained the poison and she could not touch her children. She is in remission now, but its starting to come back. Think I'd find me some dang ole pills.

Somewhat like a coup de grace?Very good and disturbing write. N:B:Richand,I don't get your comments on my writes again and I am beginning to wonder?You don't know how much those comments mean to me.Hoping to hear from you soon.Thanks

Richard, WOW what a write! I always felt true love would allow someone to do this, but I don't know anymore. Certainly got me to thinking, and that is what good poetry is all about~

here, Moonman. I seem to remember this tragic story. You captured the story and emotions perfectly. I see a spelling error or two, but a very emotional piece. Tom

and you wrote about it so well. Who's to say...?

spotlight my friend. Well done sir, well done! Respectfully, Rett: "If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits?" Erma Bombeck

I sat in the hospital one night when my mother was on her way to the the other side she wanted,no she begged me to take her life and she knew that I have and did this for at least one other But, battles are quite different I told I could not for her For at the time My sisters where trying to convert her from a life long faith to another which I thought was wrong of them but she was their mother to So I told I would not and I could not intervine because she was unsure where she stood on her faith she live only two more weeks and was very mad at me and did not have my sisters call for me at her last hour a very hurtful thing for me to say but she was confused and when this is done when you help someone along you need to be clear and focus for a very high price might be paid by either party and the other party's guilt is ever lasting Donnie/Sinbad the following day she dicided to go on hocipice means she choose to go home and die and not to fight any more My aunt gave me an altamatum to go to this hocipice meeting or to leave her house and not be welcome to stay there any more well being the hard ass I am and itso facto the stuff I was an going through at the time divorce and a major lawsuit with McDonalds not to mention the fact she begged me all that night before to take her life and the Step Monster too I left so that was a major off set between my aunt and myselfThat I did not choose to go to this meeting we don't see each as before because of it I wish I could have ended here pain and I would have if only I was sure she was firm in her beleifs But I was not Donnie/Sinbad

.......from description to the fall of the words. very well written and even more powerful to all of us to have our lives changed by cancer.

This one made me cry. It must have taken great love and courage for him to free her... Always, Cat

on a tough subject. Thanx, Chuck PS: Finally! I've gone to your profile ... and there listed in plain sight? Your titles. But one click brought me here. But I've an appointment to keep. Alas! must leave now. Quickly. Yours as usual, Chuck

I heard a report like this last year. I talked with a close friend about it, the only difference was the man shot himself after shooting her in the hospital. They were both getting older, and she was dying. I didn't understand it at first, the radio report was so brief that I assumed it was another act of violence. My friend's aunt who hasn't spoken in years was dying in a nursing home then, and he explained to me a little further. It was a sad day, we talked alot of the dying and how hard the limits are when it comes to what we can really do for the ones we love. good piece here, it brought back a lot of memories. thankyou.