This Is The End (My Musings On A Difficult Topic)

It is heartbreaking work to be the primary caregiver for a family member or friend suffering from dementia. I cared for 6 years for my father, who suffered mightily, especially the final 18 months of his life. I had no family, or friends, rushing in to try to help us, and it was quite the troubling ordeal for my wife, my sister on the occasions she was able to offer support, and, especially for me. All of my father’s friends and the rest of the family had either already bailed on him or were too busy or sick to offer any meaningful support.Like Robin Williams, should I get the severest forms of dementia, and since I have no children, I will arrange for myself a more dignified death (but not by hanging myself), with reduced suffering for whatever family or friends remain, if any.My intention is for actionable compassion for myself.Far too many in this world, as I witness and understand it, have a limited vision of what this means.Being crucified on the cross is so very ancient Roman, isn’t it?Some delude themselves into thinking they get extra points in heaven by enduring meaningless suffering, but we are the only scorekeeper.The most difficult decisions for Love to make are often about our Self and its current embodiment.I am not looking to please any imaginary or real friends after my death. I carry no infantile and/or disfiguring concepts of God to bring guilt to me, or to confuse me in my quest to make the best decisions for my life, or in my own search for Truth, as well.And, there will be no mess to clean up, unless all of my surviving friends and family are interested in transforming our culture, its wayward politics, its all too often ignorant religions, and the chaos we continue to breed and spread as a human race.