I’d be sad, but I wouldn’t be a murderer.
That anon basically described what happened to my parents.
My big sister was born with just enough brain matter for her body to function on the most basic levels. She was born deaf, blind, and screamed 18 hours a day almost every single day for the first 1 & 1/2 - 2 years of her life.
The doctors kept telling my parents my sister would die; in a day, a week, a month, a year.
She lived to be almost 17 years old. By ten years old she had 20/20 vision, she could hear perfectly by the time she was 4, she stopped screaming suddenly one day when my dad cried so hard his tears pelted her face. It was the first time she smiled; when she felt his tears for his first born daughter.
My sister never walked, but we loved her with every fiber of our being. If my sister never existed, I wouldn’t be who I am today. My sister made hundreds of people fall in love with her, and God knows how many lives she turned around because she was so loving to every person she met.
There were so many people at her funeral it was standing room only. Our funeral procession stretched as far as I could see.
My parents dealt very well with the loss of their daughter after several years. To this day, through myself and my dad’s book, my sister is still touching lives with her boundless love; and we always think of her with a smile on our face because we miss her so much.
So anon, what the hell is your damn point?