Every time I pop up and feel
well-being, another blow hits and I sink again. I’m not ready to lose my friend
Gene. I have watched his decline and know how miserable he has been. Giving up
gardening, letting Ted take him fishing, not driving, and constant pain have
diminished his body but not his spirit. He is the most generous person I know.
Thursday I called him and the conversation was confused. His brain was
bleeding.
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