And so it comes to this.... you have suffered enough.
I have been planning on writing this blog for months. I have also been avoiding writing this blog for months. I have written about death before. I have written about my belief, or lack there of, in a God before, and most importantly,
I have written about my friends before. But this is the one blog entry I did not want to make because once made, a door would finally closed never to be opened. I don't like closed doors. They cut you off and shut you out. They hide secrets and keep things from you. My workplace has a long hallway and nothing is more depressing than walking down that hallway with all of the closed doors. It makes you small, and isolates you. Its reminds you of all the things that are going on that you are not part of. Each door is a place you are not welcome or wanted. When I was more important and had my own door I had a window cut into it. I wanted my office to be a place of warmth that was open even when it was closed. The hallway upstairs could benefit from that. I hate closed doors.
The door I am speaking of is of course, the door on my friends life. My friend J.C. passed away aprox 0500 on the 2nd may 2017. I, we, (my close group of friends - see post above) knew it was coming, shit, we helped plan it. Yes, I said we planned it. We planned it because we loved him. We discussed it and we planned it as a group, though one of the guys had to put it all into action and had to do the heavy lifting - which he did without complaint or expectation of reward because J.C needed it.

Just imagine for a second you wake up. You can't move so you lie and wait, looking all around you. You can make some rudimentary movement but it is exhausting, so sitting up would take all of the good out of you so you wait. You wait, wait for someone to come and help you up out of bed and get you dressed.
Now imagine it for every day, for the rest of your life.
In the intervening years since my marriage J.C became locked inside his own body with no way to even share or discuss his joys, pains, concerns, or frustrations because it was not possible, too painful, or just too exhausting.


Tough decisions. Decisions that were literally show stoppers. He was scared. He was frightened. But he was tired and he was aware he was fighting a battle that could not be won. We respected his decision. We made sure he understood the ramifications of his decisions. We told him we would abide by his decisions. So we honored his choices and we swore to make him comfortable no matter what.
Our friend would not suffer. We supported each other as best we could as always. J.C. would not suffer in pain and he would end his life peacefully among friends. We were going to see to that. And we put into place all of the things we could think of that were needed to make him comfortable and make that happen. We consulted with experts and professionals. It was painful for us but we would not let him see our pain or know that it was tough on us. We stayed positive and upbeat for him because that's what we all were to him and that's what he needed of us.
We were always his link to a happy vibrant world he could not be a part of in the way he used to be. And despite his decision, his fears were still present. He even told us, "I don't want to die", but he never wavered in the choice he made. He undertook the most courageous decision an individual can ever undertake. The one decision no one can reverse, or change, or go back from, and he never faltered. And for three weeks, we took turns individually, and collectively, waiting and watching as our friend slowly, very slowly, died. And now despite knowing it was coming, and despite participating in it, and despite helping to bring it about, our hearts are broken. Not just because we will miss J.C. , but because we know we are all feeling and suffering the same heartbreak and pain, and there is nothing can be done to ease that pain....
.... except share it.
I feel there is a difference between dying and ending. Sometimes the end has to come - but it does not always mean death. Tributes like this defer the end for a long time.
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