The Glorious Joy of Death.

David Wakeling

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.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2025 01:42
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  • arqios

    Tragic stories. I was posting up a poem inspired by a mythologicalGreek tale that paralleled this but posted another last minute, leaving the former as a draft. In hindsight I see now that the staggered posting might be to everyone’s benefit. Still reeling from it. 🙏🏻🕊



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