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
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Wow… no words!
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powerful.
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That is one, fantastic brother. It was so good that you were with his as he ran.
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Very touching post xx
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Wow.
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Very touching. I’m speechless!
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So sweet! Hallelujah!
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Oh my God, I have goose bumps, what a wonderful story, so touching and beautiful. Such an amazing ending to a sadly short life…. much peace and blessings to you. Michelle
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And I’m sure he still is. God Bless
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He is in God’s warm embrace now, a beautiful story…
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He sounds like a wonderful brother and what a great gift he has given you. Hugs
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How wonderful for him. I hope it gave you some peace in that final moment.
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I know he is running now. Great story and a great brother.
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Companionsship for a fast runner – it`s not easy – but a kind of blessing – for him and for you. God bless you all.
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Oh my kats! That’s beautiful!! ((purrs))
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Bloody great
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I love that . . .
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