My only brother, older by 2 years, was terminally ill with Duchenne’s Muscular Dystrophy (a condition which causes progressive muscle weakness and starts in childhood).
I got a call from my mother at 5am and she only needed to say three words to me.
“It’s your brother”…
I threw some clothes on and sped to their house (and) he was clearly on his way out. I gathered myself, laid with him and did my best to comfort him.
As he began to slip away, my brother and best friend, who had been wheelchair bound since he was 8 years old, and was then 25, said to me the most beautiful and haunting words I will ever hear…
…“I’m running so fast”
~ by OMGHP