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The Glorious Joy of Death

Joan Wright was diagnosed with a fatal Brain tumour in March 2019, Her friends said she would not give up. They thought she was a fighter. Joan passed on 19th September 2019. Her last words were. “I never pick a fight I can’t win. After all if I give up I don’t have to see my X-husband ever again.” Little Aarushi was born too soon. Her little lungs were not developed. They deprived the brain of oxygen. The Doctors told her Mother that even if they kept her alive in a humidicrib she would be brain damaged. Her Mother Joti blamed herself. She thought her body had failed Aarushi. When the Sun rose on Saturday Morning Aarushi passed away. Her Mother was upset at first and then prayed to God. “Oh god forgive me I am a disgrace but I am relieved, I could not look after a brain damaged baby. Thank you God for taking my little Aarushi to your heart.” Early this year Mary Wisdom was distraught. She had two Austistic children and they needed constant care all day and all night. They were Michael 7 and Justin 9. It wasn’t too bad looking after them when her husband helped. Both of them were exhausted and Michael and Justin were becoming increasingly violent. In January Justin throw a glass at his father Adam and hit him in the forehead. It almost blinded him. Adam left in April and was never heard of again. On Friday night about midnight after a day of caring for the two boys, Mary was empty. She had no more love left. She picked up a pillow and put it over Michael’s face. He gasped for air and then went quiet. She did the same to Justin. She claimed to the Police that she thanked God for Death it ended her eternal suffering.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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