Terri Schiavo is dead. It is something that was meant to be 15 years ago, but that human nature tried to prevent. Schiavo, who had been living a tortured life for the last 15 years, has finally been put to rest. Of course, her family is ridiculously, religiously, upset. After punishing their daughter for so many years by refusing to let her sleep, they are now turning to punishing everyone who didn't agree with them by lashing out at Terri's husband, Michael, and every politician who tried to help them but, in the end, could not. They are a bitter group of people who, I'm glad, won't be on the covers of our newspapers for much longer.
They failed to hear court after court tell them that they didn't have a case. They failed to listen to doctor after doctor tell them that Terri was gone. And they failed to listen to the American people, who said that the government should not intercede, and that it was time for Terri to go.
Death is always sad. Everyone positively touches people's lives, and it's always a shame when that person can't do that anymore. For Terri, who doesn't have to lie in a hospital bed with virtually no brain activity, I'm glad she is now at peace. I just hope her family, and the throngs of ridiculous people who protested at the hospice, can be at peace with this, too.