Jeez, I said I wouldn't post again and here I am. My Aunt and Uncle committed Murder/Suicide. Sounds terrible doesn't it but I see it as an act of love.

She had several strokes in a row, couldn't move, was bedridden. He had several health issues himself and each day could do less. I don't know and never will, if they had agreed to this or it just happened. The very thought of some stranger seeing to all her intimate needs was a driving reason as I see it. He shot her and then himself. I see it as an act of love, so like them.

There was the distraught brother outside their home (my Dad) who feared what would be found as his son (my brother)"broke" in their home to investigate and found their bodies and blood. My brother saw it as an act of love too.

Life gets terrible sometimes in a million different ways.