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Originally posted by eroswebmaster
My mother took a .38 caliber revolver and put a bullet through her brains on March 1st...just a bit over 3 weeks ago.
I sit here and ponder nightly whether or not she was a coward or had the biggest set of balls on her anyone has ever seen.
She had been ill, and had been in and out of a nursing center and had always told us she would never die in a nursing center.
She found her chance when she got a day pass to go back to her apartment.
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sorry bro.... but I've always held that opinion and I always will. Life ain't always alot of fun, but it takes a helluva lot more guts to plow through it than it does to check out. I've known some people in the past that had a shotgun sandwich one day out of the blue.... but I'll never understand how anything can be so bad as to feel the need to quit.
My old man was sick as hell in his last years.... in and out of hospitals... tubes keeping him alive.... down to 80 pounds.... but he never quit. I know he was in agony, but he never quit. He died at 43.