I have a husband of 30 years, a daughter, a son, and 3 beautiful grandson (3, 7, & 10) and a brother.
The only people I'm concerned about are the 2 older grandsons. They are brothers and live in my town so I have massive contact with them. Tell the truth I'm their only normal grandmother.
That I feel bad about but then I think of my mental health issues and how the others on my list have been affected by them. I think of my childhood trauma, my gang rape in the Navy and everything else that's happened in my life after that.
I'm not afraid to be dead. I mean, you're dead, you're not self aware, there is nothing anymore but nothingness. Sounds glorious to me.
I fear dying just a bit depending on the method chosen. I'm leaning toward following in my dad's footsteps and use inert gas. It just seems much more painless and peaceful (he used helium from Party City). I will also video tape the entire act. I worry that the useless police will latch onto him as a murderer and with their ineptness he would be in trouble then.
I will leave a note for him to not touch any of the setup, call the cops and let them sort it out.
So my question, to myself, is can I wait 11 years for the 7 year old to be an adult? I've waited 59 years so far so I might be able to. Depends on my pesky PTSD and bi-polar.