Saturday, April 07, 2007

Waiting for a stranger to die

For any of you that have become readers of Brainhell, his condition seems to be worsening very quickly.

I love this guy. I love his wife. I love his kids. Yet, I've never met any of them. I have visually walked through the last three years of their lives. I log on every day, quietly whispering, "Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." He can no longer do much of anything for himself.

Today he wrote an amazing note to his kids. It was perfect and beautiful. When you look at how his ALS has progressed, you realize the massive amount of time it must have taken him to just compose these few sentences.

His body has turned to crap. However, his mind has never been more clear; his humor more sharp; his wisdom more great. He is trapped inside his own private hell.

I so desperately don't want him to choke to death, but know that's probably how he will die. It sucks. He's amazing.

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