I believe (no matter who we are) our destinies are mapped out for us as sure as the unseen wind moves its way through the abundant leaves. I do not mean to say that we are not given free will in this lifetime, for that we assuredly are given, each of us. Consider, though, that we have no control over the day and age, time or circumstances into which we are born on this small planet.

The heavens knew that my sons would precede me to the wonders of the next world, and, that I would be left behind to speak to you about the incredible triune love that we shared, love that gave us the power to live life in full appreciation of our mortal roles and spiritual beings.

The Heavenly Father knew that he would take both my boys before he would take me. It is his will that I remain on earth to promote an evolutionary step in society, to help promote a more civilized means of approaching death, a more peaceful and constructive means to end this phase of life, a less painful means of leaving this world to begin anew in the next world.

Both of my boys were special, but Nick was exceptional in many ways, and, that was why he was chosen to pass through the ardent struggle of Lou Gehrig’s syndrome, only to receive the blessing of euthanasia at the compassionate hand of Dr. Kevorkian. Nick felt so strongly about his destiny with Dr. Kevorkian that he was compelled to call on the Arizona Republic newspaper to record his thoughts and feelings about the right to have an assisted death, and, to chronicle his personal experience.

Nick said that Dr. Kevorkian’s willingness to help him was like winning the lottery. Dr. Kevorkian had only helped 21 people in a five year span. What were the chances that he would help a 27 year old man dying in Phoenix, Arizona? One in a billion? Whatever those odds were, Nick was chosen.

He received the good death, with me at his side. His choice of music for his earthly departure was a CD by Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. My son left with his hand in mine. It was a beautiful way to die. We should all have the right to die with a physician to aid the process along.

Nick was able to escape medical tyranny to die the good death. Drew was not so fortunate. In fact, for Drew, the medical tyranny was compounded by the tyranny of the court. Doctors abused Drew to a far greater degree than they did Nick and, with the help of the court, caused Drew to loose all his rights while in a coma.

Drew felt just as strongly as Nick about the right to be in control of your own destiny. He supported Dr. Kevorkian and lauded the doctor’s eleventh-hour intervention in our lives as an act of compassion. Drew, like Nick, considered a physician-assisted death to be a natural right of the people.

We live under medical tyranny in this country and Drew’s death did not come without the battle to free him from the courts and the clutch of lying doctors who dared to throw their power around like gods filled with the madness of their own egos.

Even after his death, this lawless state of Arizona would not leave well enough alone. Based on one phone call by a drug-dependent, mentally ill sister of mine, my son’s body was seized from the funeral home by police force and taken to the coroner’s office, where my son’s body was desecrated by an autopsy. No warrants were issued based on any probable cause. No police reports! No warrants! No freedom!

Just a blatant illegal search and seizure by the officials of this lawless state of Arizona, which stood in total disregard of the 4th Amendment of the United States Constitution! Tyranny!

Nick was able to escape Arizona. Drew was not.

Americans are suppose to have the freedom of speech, however, if your speech doesn’t fall into the category of political correctness your voice will be banned. My voice has been banned more than once.

Let me tell you about the last time it happened.

In May of this year, I answered the telephone only to learn that a town hall meeting was about to take place in Washington D. C. with Arizona Congressman John Shadegg, a republican Congressman who represented the district in which I live. I am not a republican, but I did want my voice to be heard. I was born in Washington D. C. and decided to keep the phone line open and wait for my opportunity to speak to the Congressman and the people.

I quietly listened as people at the town hall meeting directed their questions to Congressman Shadegg. The ubiquitous topic of rising gas prices came up. The faltering economy was raised, along with the lack of jobs for people, defaulting home mortgages, alternative energy sources, etc, etc.

Congress Shadegg had an open dialogue with each person.

When my opportunity to address the Congressman arose, the rules of the game changed. My topic was outside the realm of rehearsed rhetoric. My question was taboo and I was banned. After I spoke my mind and directed my question to the Congressman, my telephone was immediately returned to listening mode so I could no longer express myself, so no dialogue could take place.

What import did my words carry?

I informed Congressman Shadegg that Dr. Benjamin Rush, one of the signers of this nation’s Declaration of Independence, argued that if we failed to put medical freedom into the Constitution, the time would come when medicine would organize into an undercover dictatorship.

I said that time had arrived.

I informed my Congressman that I was an advocate for a planned death, referred to in the 1990’s as the right-to-die and assisted-suicide movement. I said I was opposed to the mandates of a state-controlled death. I asked Congressman Shadegg what he would do to see that this nation of 77 million aging Baby Boomers is given the right of choice when it comes time to die.

That was it. I could say no more at the town hall meeting because my voice was effectively quelled.

Did the Congressman answer my question? After the shock of an honest inquiry wore off, Congressman Shadegg said that he didn’t believe in the right to die. Then he went into some banter of words about himself and how to spell his name: s-h-a-d like the fish and e-g-g like an egg.

I was prohibited to speak with my Congressman about a topic of great concern to me. As I hung up the telephone, I was left to wonder what would have happened if I had been there in Washington D. C. and expressed myself in person.

How would I have been stopped?

Would big burly men come and drag my frail 85 pound body away from the microphone for addressing an issue of real concern to the American people? Or would the men have come at me with tazers to zap my body with electrical current and have me drop dead on the floor of the town hall meeting place?

That would certainly end my desire to have an open dialogue on my right of choice.

A planned death with a physician at one’s side is the only humane means of dealing with the reality that the upcoming wave of Baby Boomers will present to society. The Boomer generation does not want to cling to life by artificial means so medical dictators can exploit us for profit.

We want to hold on to our dreams!

Why is the 9th Amendment so important to Dr. Kevorkian? What is it?

Remember the Constitution of the United States, that all-important document the forefathers of this nation so painstakingly put together in their earnest attempt to create a plan to govern this new nation?

The Constitution is comprised of three parts:  The Preamble, Seven Articles, and the Bill of Rights. Thomas Jefferson and his contemporaries would not support the Constitution without the Bill of Rights. The original Bill of Rights consisted of the first ten amendments to the Constitution.

The 9th Amendment was written as follows:

The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

Our God-given right to secure the blessings of personal Liberty in everyday life is not to be denied or disparaged in any manner; yet, here we are, more than two hundred years after our basis rights were established by a highly intelligent generation of men, fighting to free ourselves from medical tyranny, fighting for the God-given right to die, fighting for the right to die without the intervention of the government.

Listen to Dr. Kevorkian when he speaks to you about your rights as citizens of this nation. Do more than just listen to the most intelligent, forthright doctor of our day. Fight for your rights! Demand your rights! Contact your legislators, your congressmen, your senators and tell them medical tyranny is enslavement, it is unconstitutional!

We, the American people, forget that the true power of a free government belongs to the people. Every generation must fight for the right to be free or we end up where we are today.

The more I read about Dr. Kevorkian on the Internet, the easier it is for me to see how the public is so easily fooled by the war of words surrounding him. The more information, the more misinformation to wade through in the quest to discover the truth about a man who was on a mission.

The nineties are gone. Dr. Kevorkian went to prison. All is forgotten. It never happened. The government does not want you to know who Dr. Kevorkian is. The government does not want you to know that he ever existed. The government does not want you to know euthanasia ever happened.

But it did happen. Dr. Kevorkian is real. A real humanitarian, a doctor doing what is right for the people when it comes time to die. Die. A simple word but not a simple act. Die. Say it and you might be branded. Die. Don’t let the medical tyrants hear you say it or you will be labeled an anarchist.

For my beloved son, Nick, Dr. Kevorkian was the Angel of Death who released him from the enslavement of medical tyranny and set him free from the torment and torture of Lou Gehrig’s syndrome. Dr. Kevorkian gave my son new life, eternal life, by setting him free.

Yes, he was the Angel of Death who entered our private lives, in 1995, to offer help and hope when all other doctors turned their back on my son. The Angel of Death.

My beloved twin son, Nick, had the grave misfortune to be stricken down by a syndrome the world once called creeping paralysis, an unstoppable electrochemical imbalance that takes the essence of life away from human flesh and causes it to die on the bone. Lou Gehrig’s syndrome, an inescapable death sentence.

Nick was diagnosed in October of 1993 (after noted physical decline all year) and by May of 1994, when life had been reduced to torment and torture and he had nothing to look forward to except further decline Nick expressed a desire and a need to die. He wanted a doctor to look at his paralyzing terminal condition through his heart and mind, not through cold indifference and lack of mercy for the suffering he was forced to endure.

Would a doctor in Arizona help Nick Loving die so he would no longer have to suffer?

Such a question is punishable under the dictates of medical tyranny. Asking a doctor for help to die means you will be labeled a mentally unstable individual, subject to incarceration in a mental institution. The doctor has all the power and the dying have none.

Can you imagine your son begging you to end his life because a doctor would not help him?

Thank God Dr. Kevorkian responded to his plea for mercy. It took the burden off my shoulders and kept me from going to prison for assisting my son in his need to die fully and completely and, thus, end the torment and torture the syndrome caused him to suffer.

It was Friday, May 12, 1995, when my beloved son was granted his last wish. Before he left this world to take up life in the next, Dr. Kevorkian asked my son, at the end of an interview, if he had any last words for the  world. My son, who could barely articulate due to the dead muscles in his throat, responded by saying,

“Yes, I would like to quote Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last.”