LizT
Very helpful member
- Joined
- Aug 8, 2010
- Messages
- 1,547
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Country
- US
- State
- WI
- City
- Beaver Dam
Im sitting here tonight, thinking of my PALS. His name is Ray. He's a great guy. He is 51 years old, has two sons, three grandsons. He used to design and i believe help install sprinkler systems for fire protection in large businesses. He once was working at childrens hospital in Milwaukee and would hang out with some of the kids. When he heard a friend of his was diagnosed with MS, Ray got a bunch of people together to help replace his roof. After he was diagnosed, that same friend returned the favor. However, here we are, 8 years later, (mind you, i have only been around the last almost 3 years), and where the hell is everyone? I mean, really. Noone comes to see him. Except for the one friend with MS. He finds a way to make it over every now and then.
Ive seen a few, here and there, each came once.
Even his family are non existant. Everyone except Mom. She's there everyday. Has been since he was diagnosed. She is 75 and in very poor health.
Noone in the family or any of his friends knows how to do anything for or with him.
They cant suction him.
They didnt even take the time to learn how to communicate with him.
His mom and I are the only two people who are involved, that know how to spell things with him.
Most people have acted as if he has already died. It makes me so sad inside. It makes me angry too. But i have no place. Who am I to judge?
But the selfishness of these people make me question mankind.
Everything to do with this damn disease makes me question if there even is a God, and i really hate that.
Sorry for the rant. And sorry for the length.
Ive seen a few, here and there, each came once.
Even his family are non existant. Everyone except Mom. She's there everyday. Has been since he was diagnosed. She is 75 and in very poor health.
Noone in the family or any of his friends knows how to do anything for or with him.
They cant suction him.
They didnt even take the time to learn how to communicate with him.
His mom and I are the only two people who are involved, that know how to spell things with him.
Most people have acted as if he has already died. It makes me so sad inside. It makes me angry too. But i have no place. Who am I to judge?
But the selfishness of these people make me question mankind.
Everything to do with this damn disease makes me question if there even is a God, and i really hate that.
Sorry for the rant. And sorry for the length.