Letter from a loved one with Alzheimer

It's been almost three years since I left you all beings he loved most in life. I walked slowly without us noticing, the truth is that I left. No doubt I'm out of this world but wandering with my limp body against my will. Not me, but before you all still me. It's my body that can not fend for himself and although my skeleton without a soul, still giving you trouble, be convinced once and for all and please understand that I am dead, this is not life. I do not understand what they say, do not listen, I can not feed myself, I can not clean myself and especially I can not embrace. I can not tell you how much I loved them and how much I want to say goodbye without dishonor. Sometimes I have a few seconds of consciousness, luckily they are only seconds because if my lucidity was longer want without thinking twice, shoot me in the head. If I could stand perhaps prolonged awareness of this wheelchair, here in this corner where I'm stuck, and find a friend, a doctor a nurse to ask him to have mercy on this poor wretched body and allow him to rest forever. What disagree with my euthanasia? What can not be possible because my will sign before Vital? What should I apply not assisted suicide? What I have no right to mercy killing? Please!, Watch me, watch me well, and judge for yourself: Do I have to go crawling through this world? Should I go pee soaked, sometimes dirty and wait for hours until the nurse I move? Should I continue looking into infinity without seeing anything? Do I have to keep breathing because "I'm alive"? Do I have to continue to exist without feeling, without seeing, without laughing, unable to enjoy the sun and water?, Is that life? Do you really believe that I'm alive? Not me and want to leave again, please help me to die with what little dignity I have left.
                                                                      Taken from the book on Euthanasia

                                                                       Maria Soledad Rico Sanin