Read this article.
At the end she opines:
On Father’s Day, we packed my father’s hospital room: his wife, daughters, grandchildren, each of us regaling him with our successes large and small. “Life’s not so bad, after all,” the atheist said. I wanted to go back to ICU, find Dr. Death, drag her to my father’s room and say: “This is the life you wanted to end.” But if I’m really to be a person of faith, I’ll have to tackle forgiveness.
Nope. The correct Jewish response would be
1 – Drag Dr. Death back to the room, etc.
2 – Then tackle forgiveness.
Ha-shaarei teshuvah — the gates of repentance — are open, we are told, until the very last moment. In the meantime, bitch-slap Dr. Death. God would probably approve.
(H/T: relapsed catholic)