Time for Dad to Die: After a Stroke, He's Gone But Still There

I love my 90-year-old father, and I wish he would die. In August, he told me, "I just want to live long enough to vote." On Oct. 20, just past midnight, he turned off CNN in his house in Massachusetts, started up to bed and had a massive hemorrhagic stroke. Had he had the stroke in the chair, my stepmother would have assumed he was sleeping, and without medical attention, he probably would have died by morning. The thumps he made falling down the stairs woke my sister and my stepmother, and saved his life. But what kind of life? Time for Dad to Die As a sideline, be sure to read Wesley Smith's reaction “What We Are Becoming: Time to Dehydrate Debilitated Stroke Patient”