Here is the sad part: I won't feel bad forever. He is making this choice, and imposing his choice on everyone else. He is forcing his family to watch him die. My mom, him, and my sister are all piggies. My brother and I aren't.  I will forever miss my husband. His death wasn't preventable, and we fought tooth and nail to slow it down. That was two years ago. So for him to throw in the towel so quickly and say "this is life" is the fucking cowardly, lazy-ass way out. And for my mother to support it is assisted suicide. I will forever be angry at both of them for not fighting to see his grandson grow up.