Death with dignity

My father had given me a proxy some years before he fell ill. he didn't want to be resuscitated if something happened to him. Unfortunately, his "wife" (they weren't legally married) had strong opinions about it --and she didn't like me. Sure enough. My father fell ill. The woman chose to not call me immediately. I didn't find out a couple of weeks afterwards that he had died and indeed been resuscitated to find himself trapped completely incapacitated now by dementia. My father would scream every time he'd see me come into his nursing home room. Not in anger at me, but in frustration. I'd cry every time and apologize every time for not being there to stop his wife from what I knew was torture for him. He couldn't walk, he couldn't move his arms or legs, he... [read full story]