
Originally Posted by
AltyPie
As I sit here thinking about this story, I genuinely have a lump in my throat. Sometimes life presents completely innocent people such as these parents with indescribably tragic dilemmas and one can only feel the maximum possible sympathy for them.
The only slight parallel I could possibly draw any empathy from (having considered it myself) would be that of a dying parent. As one who saw my father's quality of life deteriorate almost back to that of being as dependent on others as a small baby due to Alzheimer's (which can be an utterly awful illness), myself and my family were beginning to discuss the question of when should family assist their loved ones to die. In the end, nature saved us having to answer the question. There is simply no absolute answer to such questions. Charlie's parents, faced with a child who would lack the ability to experience so much of what we call "quality" in life (and potentially suffering as well) would have to wrestle with the question of when is it the loving thing to end someone's life you love.