Some things, my dear, Are worth dying for. Especially happiness.
And the prospect Of not having one's happiness Pried from one's weak, aging fingers.
Sometimes, It's better to die young. I think.
Watching your grandparent wait for death, wishing it on with each day, is perhaps one of the most heartbreaking things I've encountered in my life. I can't imagine, and I hope I don't ever have to find out how my grandmother feels.