After my dad died. For about a year I truly thought my mom killed my dad to make him comfortable with drugs. But after I became a nurse we got over it. Still to this day I think to myself even if she did overdose him what strength that would take. They were married for 30 years. I had tremendous respect for her. Now when I see a person where death is coming I sometimes thinking about asking them if they want a drink or joint or get high but never have just the thought is there to let them have the opition to go out peacefully.