Just my opinion
As my father lay dying, some of our family gathered and celebrated holy communion at his bedside. I gave my sister, the Respiratory Therapist, an eyedropper full of the grape juice, which she carefully trickled into his mouth. It was the day before his birthday, Maundy Thursday, 1998.
I'm exhausted with the whole Terri Schiavo case, and I want to think the best of all those involved; however, to deny a dying person the last rites and communion of one's faith -- and to deny to others the possibility of sharing those last sacramental ties with the dying person -- is beyond shame. If Michael Schiavo, or the courts, or whoever, has actually done this thing -- forbidden her to receive the comfort of her faith -- then he or they should be for that condemned and shunned by all decent people.
Maybe those on the other side see this as merely the tip of the iceberg. Or as one more way to make Michael Schiavo look cheap. I don't know. I'm not sure you can make him look cheaper than he is, if this tale be true.
I'm exhausted with the whole Terri Schiavo case, and I want to think the best of all those involved; however, to deny a dying person the last rites and communion of one's faith -- and to deny to others the possibility of sharing those last sacramental ties with the dying person -- is beyond shame. If Michael Schiavo, or the courts, or whoever, has actually done this thing -- forbidden her to receive the comfort of her faith -- then he or they should be for that condemned and shunned by all decent people.
Maybe those on the other side see this as merely the tip of the iceberg. Or as one more way to make Michael Schiavo look cheap. I don't know. I'm not sure you can make him look cheaper than he is, if this tale be true.