People die. People die everyday. They close their eyes in eternal cold slumber and stay stiff. Forever. It is normal to lose someone who loved and lived life to the hands of death, but to watch one’s loved one choose death? That’s an entirely different ballgame.
I didn’t know a lot about euthanasia before I read Jojo Moye’s “Me Before You”. The dictionary defined it as “The practice of intentionally and painlessly killing a human being or animal for humane reasons, especially in order to end great suffering or poor quality of life.”
The first time I got to know the meaning of the word, my eyes slanted unconsciously with slight irritation. I could not just fathom why anyone would want to be injected to death or beg to be put to eternal rest.
Then, I read Me Before You and the scales fell off my eyes. I still remember vividly, how I hugged my phone to my chest, (I read it as an ebook) and had a good cry after I finished.
If there’s any fictional character I want to meet,it would definitely be Louisa Clark, the girl whose love was not enough.
If I ever meet Louisa, I wouldn’t say “Im sorry for your loss”, I wouldn’t even hold her hand, but I’ll tell her how strong I think she is. I would tell her how much her story wrecked me, how I felt like a part of me left when Will died, how I’m still scared to read “After You”, the sequel, and I don’t even know why.
Then, I would ask the questions that have thawed at my heart since I read their heartbreaking story. How do you feel? How exactly do you feel when you watch the one you love choose death over you? How do you cope when you realise that your love was never enough? How does it feel to helplessly watch your loved one wither away like a dead plant?
To watch him,the one you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with, sign up for the solace that death offers for his wounds that your faithful love cannot heal.
The people I have lost are persons who didn’t see it coming. People who were either cut short unexpectedly at the prime of their lives or people who went along the tides of old age-induced death. I haven’t lost anyone who wanted the doctor to end his life,who thought that death was a better option,someone who could not be saved. I don’t want to,either.
What do you think of euthanasia?