A Heartbreaking Decision

Being a magazine features writer means I get to speak to some fascinating, thought-provoking people, and every now and again one will have a real emotional impact on me. A few months ago I interviewed an American man called Charles Griffith. In 1982 his gorgeous little girl Joy was born.
Then one horrific day, when she was just 3-years-old, she was playing on an old-fashioned reclining seat and somehow got her head trapped in the gap between the chair and the footrest. By the time she was found, she’d stopped breathing. A police officer managed to resuscitate her, but she never regained consciousness.
Charles sat by her bedside every day for nine months, reading her stories and playing her favourite music. He’d rub her limbs, and swab her mouth with sugar water. But instead of recovering, scans shows the damaged parts of her brain were liquefying. There was no way Joy would ever wake up. Then she started suffering from terrible, violent seizures. Charles couldn’t bear to see his little girl suffer a moment longer. Crazed by grief, he made a decision. He rushed home and grabbed some sedatives he’d been prescribed, and his handgun (remember, owning a gun is fairly common in the States). At the hospital he crushed up the pills, and put them in his daughter’s feeding tube. The gun was to keep the nurse from stopping him, but when she realised what he was doing, she let him go ahead, and even sat by Joy’s bed with him. But by now the little girl was so immune to sedatives they barely had an effect. When Charles realised doctors would soon be starting their rounds, and would find out what he’d done, he panicked. He couldn’t allow her to suffer this awful, hopeless existence any longer. So he picked up his gun, and shot her twice in the chest. The security guard came running. Charles recognised him straight away – they’d spent many nights talking, as he’d kept his lonely vigil by Joy’s bed. The guard held out his arms, and Charles collapsed into them, and they both started sobbing. In 1985 Charles was found guilty of murdering his daughter, and sentenced to 25 years in prison. The police officer who resuscitated Joy actually visited him, to apologise. ‘If I’d known what would happen, I’d never have brought her back,’ he confessed.
Charles was happy to serve his time. It turned out the only thing more painful than seeing his daughter in a vegetative state, was knowing that he’d ended her life.
After serving 10 years he was released. Still unable to forgive himself, he turned to drugs and alcohol to blot out his pain.
Of course none of it was going to bring Joy back. Finally, in 2006, Charles got himself clean, and last year he opened a residential centre, called Joy’s House, to help other recovering addicts.It’s been nearly 25 years since his daughter died, but Charles still can’t talk about her without crying. He’s still struggling to live with his guilt, but every day he tries to honour her memory by staying clean and sober, and helping other people to do the same.
What do you think about the decision Charles made that night? Do you believe it was mercy, or murder?

5 Comments

  1. cowgirl in wellies - November 30, 2009

    Good heavens. You sure can make a girl cry at 7:30 in the morning. I couldn’t have done it.

  2. bumblingalong - November 30, 2009

    Read this whilst sitting in the car on the driveway, as the Moo had fallen asleep on the way home from the shops. I’m not sure my neighbours really wanted to see me weeping… Took me by surprise. To think of how he felt seeing his little girl hurt like that just melts my heart.

  3. Jacqui - November 30, 2009

    I must have read this story over at least 20 times as I wrote and edited it, but I bawled every single time – especially at the bit about the security guard crying with him. It just brought home what a horrific, impossible situation it was. Charles has the most beautiful photo of Joy, taken the day before her accident, and he’s holding her in his arms and they’re looking at each other, laughing. They look so carefree, and clearly adore each other – that always sets me off too!!

  4. Mummy bear - December 1, 2009

    I cannot stop crying. As a parent he did what he thought was best for his little girl Joy. The love you feel for your child is so unbelievable powerful and as Charles proves, is all consuming. What a tragic tale. Thank you for sharing this. I want to go and give Little Miss P a huge cuddle

  5. mammydiaries - December 2, 2009

    That poor man. There are no words. As a parent though, you feel every word of that story, from the horror of finding his baby girl trapped in the chair, to the split second in which he made his decision. How can anyone judge him for what he did?

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