carteater
Well-known member
Leaving Labour.
ROAST ME.
ROAST ME.
...your mumROAST ...
...your mum
It wasn't funny the first time, and still isn't.
...your mum
It wasn't funny the first time, and still isn't.
...your mum
Yes I got in and I'm now a professor at Manchester university
1988, my father had terminal lymphoma and was slowly shrinking and deteriorating. It was December and I'd flown back to Ireland to see him for the weekend.
Just before departing I popped up to his bedroom to say goodbye. He told me that he couldn't bear what he was putting my mum through watching him die slowly day by day and asked me to end it for him. I picked up a pillow and started to smother him, I pushed down more and more and could see him struggle with what little strength he had.
I then stopped, couldn't finish what I'd started and walked out of the bedroom with tears in my eyes. I never saw him again as mum had said they just wanted Christmas together. He died on January 3rd.
Part of me has always felt guilty that I didn't carry out his final request, and that I did it out of cowardice of fear of being arrested for murder rather than to relieve him of the pain and suffering that consumed him.
29 years later I realise I did the right thing, albeit for the wrong reason. Life is precious, but he and my mum did have a last few days together that still give her some solace.
1988, my father had terminal lymphoma and was slowly shrinking and deteriorating. It was December and I'd flown back to Ireland to see him for the weekend.
Just before departing I popped up to his bedroom to say goodbye. He told me that he couldn't bear what he was putting my mum through watching him die slowly day by day and asked me to end it for him. I picked up a pillow and started to smother him, I pushed down more and more and could see him struggle with what little strength he had.
I then stopped, couldn't finish what I'd started and walked out of the bedroom with tears in my eyes. I never saw him again as mum had said they just wanted Christmas together. He died on January 3rd.
Part of me has always felt guilty that I didn't carry out his final request, and that I did it out of cowardice of fear of being arrested for murder rather than to relieve him of the pain and suffering that consumed him.
29 years later I realise I did the right thing, albeit for the wrong reason. Life is precious, but he and my mum did have a last few days together that still give her some solace.
Yes I got in and I'm now a professor at Manchester university
it may sound cheesy but asking my wife to marry me i dread to think what would have happened without her
Scousefan - do you mean a full Prof. as opposed to the *******ised term used by the US academic system
for Lecturer and above?
Yes a full prof - but I prefer not to use the title - so I can't believe my putting it on here! I became a professor via promotion at Liverpool Uni in 2004 and then moved to work (but not live) at Manchester Uni in 2010