One of my nearest avoided the pain of dying from cancer and years of painful treatment simply by suiciding. It was hard to accept her choice not to stay with us for few more years, denying our care. But of course I forgave her. We all forgave her. Edit: better said, we had no business forgiving her or not, that would be the worst forms of entitlement I could imagine. What I mean is that we still love her, no hard feelings.