Sorry for murdering my disabled son, I’m not, as his troubles from living day to day not only burdened us, his parents, but himself as well, and, watching him feeling awful about having to rely on us for everything, it just, breaks my heart.
Sorry for murdering my disabled son, I won’t be, because I’d done him the favor, of putting him OUT of his miseries, besides, these final weeks for him, he’d gotten worse and worse, and, we’d discussed the matter from when he was healthy enough, and, he did tell me, that he didn’t want to live like this, being reliant and burdening those whom he cared about and loved.
Sorry for murdering my disabled son, I’m not, because I’m actually doing him a favor (and no, this, is still NOT me, rationalizing either!!!), as life’d become, too hard these days, he couldn’t even breathe on his own, or do the things he used to love, play outside, hang out with his friends, and, what kind of a life would it be, if he must spend the rest of his years, bed-ridden, after all, he’s still, very young………
Life, the Obstacle Course 