Don't Fear the Reaper
Somehow a conversation with the kid about the efficacy of medical testing became a conversation about ALS. I did several minutes on the horrors of that disease, touched briefly on how Lou Gehrig may not, in fact, have had what we now refer to as Lou Gehrig's disease, and ended the dialogue talking about brain trauma in athletes and the rates of dementia among football players. I then played back the depths I had plumbed and apologized to my daughter for being a freak.
Daughter looked thoughtful and said, "You're a freak, but you're our freak."
So we now have my epitath covered.
Daughter looked thoughtful and said, "You're a freak, but you're our freak."
So we now have my epitath covered.
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“You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.”
—William Faulkner
or what Daughter said.
Love it!
“Here lies Lester Moore. No less, no more.”
—boot hill graveyard
Not "freak;" not really. "Worry-wort" maybe. But who among us hasn't observed someone with Parkinson's or MS or any of the neurological diseases, one more horrible than the next, and dreaded the fact that it could happen to us? In terms of epitaphs, I'm giving serious consideration to (in big block letters): "What the F**k Was THAT All About?!" I suppose some cemeteries would insist on substituting "Hell"...but it wouldn't be the same.
Not "freak;" not really. "Worry-wort" maybe. But who among us hasn't observed someone with Parkinson's or MS or any of the neurological diseases, one more horribe than the next, without dreading the possibility that it could happen to us? In terms of epitaphs, I'm giving serious consideration to (in big, block letters), "What the F**k Was THAT All About?!" I suppose some cemeteries would insist on substituting "Hell"...but it wouldn't be the same.
Yes, you are. :-)
Oh, thanks for the laugh!
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