Terri Schiavo has died.
Over the past two very strange weeks we have all been part of what is usually a very private circumstance. You would think that when a loved one is dying you would want as many people around you as possible to help you through it, but I doubt that the multitudes have comforted the Schindlers, only amplified the grief.
I am surprised at how sad I am. I knew this would happen, and soon. It shouldn't be an emotional moment, but it is. I think it's because we have all placed ourselves in the Schiavos' and Schindlers' shoes and asked ourselves "What would we do?". More than anything, I have placed myself in the shoes of Terri's father. My overwhelming feeling is frustration and anger. I would never want this to happen to my daughter. Never.
The other day on his television show, Chris Matthews said that Terri Schiavo had "no awareness". I'm not sure how he knew this, and he may be right. But, even if she was not aware of us, we were all aware of her. Isn't that enough reason to stay alive?