I’ve resisted posting about the slow murder of Terri Schiavo because… well, what can I say? What is there to be said?

But this boils my blood:

As Mrs Schiavo, 41, entered her ninth full day yesterday without food or water, even her parents’ plea to have a crumb of bread and a drop of wine placed in their dying daughter’s mouth to celebrate Easter Day was denied by their son-in-law.

“Terri Schiavo, being a practising Roman Catholic all her life, has been denied the precious body and blood of the Lord Jesus Christ,” Brother Paul O’Donnell, a Franciscan monk, who is acting as the Schindlers’ spiritual adviser, said. “This is a violation of her religious rights and her freedom and allows the Governor to step in. Governor Bush, you have the authority to stop the killing . . . We beg you to have the courage and take action.”

Michael Schiavo is denying his wife communion on Easter Sunday.

We’re not supposed to hate. One of the best ways to destroy ourselves, in fact, is to let the seeds of hatred be planted in the soil of justified anger. We have to resist the urge to feel and express hate whenever possible.

Sometimes it’s really hard.

(PS - Shortly after I wrote this entry, Terri received Communion.)