Twilight comes violently
Grand Mal. French to English: Great Evil.
For my father, bad ass seizure. An event horizon that we were approaching at an inevitable but unavoidable pace just took wing.
Not because of the Grand Mal. They don't kill, just hurt like hell. But when the cerebellum is already severely comprised - bad becomes, well 'Great Evil.'
Why now? No explanation. 1/2 Grand Mal seizures cannot be explained. For Dad, it was a sharp step down.
Seasons have truncated to months. Few enough months that they might be counted in weeks. Occasional meal assistance is now the norm. Sleep is a refuge. Joy is a familiar face, a little dog worrying her toy in the hope that 'grandfather' will play, and a decent craft beer sucked through a straw.
As long as there is joy, there is life. Rage against the dying of the light.
For my father, bad ass seizure. An event horizon that we were approaching at an inevitable but unavoidable pace just took wing.
Not because of the Grand Mal. They don't kill, just hurt like hell. But when the cerebellum is already severely comprised - bad becomes, well 'Great Evil.'
Why now? No explanation. 1/2 Grand Mal seizures cannot be explained. For Dad, it was a sharp step down.
Seasons have truncated to months. Few enough months that they might be counted in weeks. Occasional meal assistance is now the norm. Sleep is a refuge. Joy is a familiar face, a little dog worrying her toy in the hope that 'grandfather' will play, and a decent craft beer sucked through a straw.
As long as there is joy, there is life. Rage against the dying of the light.
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