I remember walking into the room, looking at Terri and, in a rage, thinking, Look what they’ve done to my beautiful sister. It’s hard watching someone dear to you being killed.
The sight of Terri was awful. Her skin was discolored, and there was blood pooling in her eyes, which were darting wildly back and forth. Her cheeks were hollowed out, and her teeth were protruding. She looked like a skeleton from a horror movie.
She was gasping for air. Earlier when I’d seen her, she was moving spastically, like she was in extreme pain and suffering. This night she lay almost still, but you could see she was scared and in pain.
I thought of how happy we all were growing up, of the vacations we took together, of the birthdays and holidays, the parties. I thought of the times Terri and I danced together and of our grandparents, whom we loved so much. …
–Bobby Schindler, A Life That Matters: The Legacy of Terri Schiavo–A Lesson for Us All, p. 4.
Please take a moment to remember Terri Schiavo today, on the fourth anniversary of her murder. Thank you.