A blessed death.

I wonder. If advanced Alzheimer patients would choose to die. If granted. For a single day. The ability to think clearly and deeply. About their situations. Maybe that’s why I don’t grieve for long. When a loved one dies of complications from Alzheimer’s. Maybe that’s what she wanted. Better than lingering. On and on. Senselessly. I don’t wish for anyone’s death. But sometimes, death is a blessing. –Jim Broede