Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The final countdown

It's almost 3 years since my dad died from ALS. His form of this horrible illness was record braking and the downhill was extremely quick. As time passed and things became worst for my dad I found it harder to understand why an amazing, strong person like him doesn't fight back and simply fades away. It took some time for me to understand, really understand why.
This morning I read a post on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151340995457176&set=a.10150231898867176.371151.260689792175&type=1&theater
written by a guy that is going through the same thing my father did only slower (haven't decided which is better). He writes about his last and final year on earth. Now the concept itself is scary on its own, but the acknowledgment that you have an expiration date and that nothing you can do will change that, its even worst.
He writes about how he tried to accomplish the most in his "spear time". But is there a point to "collecting" experiences before we go? Isn't it like competing in a race when you know it's finished, it's night time and all the runners have left home, what's the point?
Well... my dad decided there isn't any. Now being the extreem non believer that he was (like yours truly) his all life, my dad stuck to his truth till the end. He didn't try to have more fun, he didn't plan any trips, he simply decided on a quick check out.
That I can understand.


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