Terri Schiavo, R.I.P.

Her "husband" denied her parents and sibblings the right to be at Terri's bedside when she died.

Are we supposed to rejoice now?

In this Easter Octave, her death and, we pray, her coming resurrection, force the story of the Passion into our cynical world. With the news that the Pope, too, is now receiving his nourishment through a feeding tube, no person with a mature conscience can fail to at least pause and ponder what we're witnessing.

R.I.P.

Update: This piece by James M. Kushiner is thoughtful and comforting. Michelle Malkin has posted an apt poem by Dylan Thomas.