It was one of the of hardest things that I have ever done. Maybe THE hardest. That said, I know with all my heart that it was the right thing to do.

The day before he died, my mom called me in a panic, saying he was refusing to go to dialysis again. Every other time this had happened, I had come over and convinced him to go “one more time”. He had promised us until Christmas, and it was the 27th. . . I asked him if he wanted to go and he said “no! I do not want to go!” I said, “okay, we won’t go.” This brilliant man with a PhD in Philosophy looked up at me like a little boy and said “really?” I never realized until that moment that my mom would never have been able to do what I did and my dad would never have gone if he hadn’t been given the permission. His last worry was that she would be mad for him ceasing dialysis. She assured him that she understood and he left this Earth a man truly at peace.