I lovely lady died a few days ago. I never knew her or of her. Her name was Gillian Bennett and she took her own life this past week. She died in her garden, her husband of sixty years laying beside her as she slowly stopped breathing. Gillian was eighty-five years old and was diagnosed with dementia three years ago. She did not want to suffer the indignities that go along with dementia care, or have her family suffer either. I would do the same if it were me.