Of celebrations and funerals
With all of the happy news surrounding yesterday's election, I have received some unhappy news as well: my aunt Gayle's good friend (and high school boyfriend) Bobby has died.
Bobby battled Parkinson's Disease for as long as I can remember, and I find the timing of his death to be especially poignant. With all of the bullshit during the election (like Rush Limbaugh doing his impression of Michael J. Fox, who he claimed was exaggerating his Parkinson's tremors), it seems suddenly bittersweet that yesterday's stem cell victories came too late for Bobby.
I've offered to take Gayle to the funeral tomorrow. I have no idea what she'll decide to do. If she wants to go, I will absolutely escort her.
Bobby battled Parkinson's Disease for as long as I can remember, and I find the timing of his death to be especially poignant. With all of the bullshit during the election (like Rush Limbaugh doing his impression of Michael J. Fox, who he claimed was exaggerating his Parkinson's tremors), it seems suddenly bittersweet that yesterday's stem cell victories came too late for Bobby.
I've offered to take Gayle to the funeral tomorrow. I have no idea what she'll decide to do. If she wants to go, I will absolutely escort her.