When I was given a living will flyer, provided by the hospital, my mind went blank. I stood there watching my mother as she lay in intensive care. They had placed a tube down her throat, supplying oxygen to her lungs. Several IVs were inserted into his arm, his veins being supplied with medicine to help his body numb the pain and his mind forget about the entire ordeal. A clip that looked like a clothespin pinches her index finger to monitor the amount of oxygen in her system. A tube runs from her nose to her stomach to provide nutrition. There is a metal patch attached to the chest to monitor heart rate. All I could do at the time was watch a monitor suspended from the ceiling as it recorded and displayed numerous beeps and beeps telling me she was alive. I put the living will flyer aside. During that temporary crisis, I had no idea what my mother's intentions and feelings were about her life. All I knew, and was grateful for, is that we live in a time where doctors and medicine are dedicated to saving lives and instilling hope for a full recovery. Today's technology in the medical field is a gift. This gift provides humans with the knowledge to determine, treat, heal, support, protect, and prolong our very existence. This gift allows humans to love, care for, and support each other out of reverence for the greatest gift we as humans have been given: life. Since the gift of life is a gift to us, then do we have the right and choice to provide for ourselves? with a beautiful death? Euthanasia is “the intentional termination of life by another at the request of the person dying.” Euthanasia is not only a social issue, but also a moral one. It affects all human beings, at all levels... middle of paper... those who are dead cannot tell us. But those who died left the pain behind and brought the label of assisted homicide into the medical profession. This is justice in today's society. So this is all a good death? I have seen the effects of a good death. A life taken, not as passive euthanasia, known as the course of nature, but as the course of God. My grandmother was to die slowly, but she had never complained. Her faith kept her humble, she must have known her fate was inevitable. His last action in life was preparing his death. My mother helped her with the shower and manicure. As Grandma rested on the bed after this ritual, my mother asked her how she felt. Grandma replied, “I feel great.” Then she died immediately. This was a good and painless death. Yes, we were saddened, but comforted by the knowledge that she felt great.