Death is a choice.
It infuriates me that some bloody busy body has reported them to the police. Someone who never met their son before or after his accident has taken it upon themselves to interfere and make a tragic situation more painful for those involved.
Daniel was a grown man, he made a decision regarding his own life and died with dignity and bravery. What business that is of anyone else is beyond my ken.
But isn't there always fucking one dipshit that feels the need to impose their values on everyone else?
There's only nine days to D day and I'm a nervous nelly. Heading to the park in an hour to run some strides, then it's food glorious food for the rest of this week as I carb load to my heart's contentment. I'm sure everyone else has done MARVELOUS things this week. I miss weights.
Labels: mind yer bidness.