Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Good Short Life

A Simple, elegant piece.




I HAVE wonderful friends. In this last year, one took me to Istanbul. One gave me a box of hand-crafted chocolates. Fifteen of them held two rousing, pre-posthumous wakes for me. Several wrote large checks. Two sent me a boxed set of all the Bach sacred cantatas. And one, from Texas, put a hand on my thinning shoulder, and appeared to study the ground where we were standing. He had flown in to see me.
“We need to go buy you a pistol, don’t we?” he asked quietly. He meant to shoot myself with.
“Yes, Sweet Thing,” I said, with a smile. “We do.”
I loved him for that.


I love them all. I am acutely lucky in my family and friends, and in my daughter, my work and my life. But I have amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or A.L.S., more kindly known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, for the great Yankee hitter and first baseman who was told he had it in 1939, accepted the verdict with such famous grace, and died less than two years later. He was almost 38.
Read the story: 
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/10/opinion/sunday/10als.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all

3 comments:

pooja said...

A simple,elegant piece.

just the way to put it.

pooja said...

Thank you adarsh for sharing it

resmi said...

Thanks for that, Adarsh.