A mailman, a boxer, an actor and the pope walk into a bar...

...

sounds like the horrible opening line to a bad joke, doesn't it?!

I found out yesterday that my father has finally been diagnosed. He has Parkinson disease. There's not much to say about this at the moment because I'm just mourning right now.

I know he is still alive but I've seen what Parkinson can do to a person. In case you haven't heard about this crippling disease, remember what Muhammed Ali (boxer), Michael J. Fox (actor) and Pope John Paul were like before the disease took control of their bodies.

My father is a young man still...in comarison to the extended longevity of today's people. He will be fifty-three on October 11. He is in the midst of a second career (post office) after having retired from the Marine Corps in 1990 after twenty years. He only got married for the second time two years ago to a young woman. And after surviving a brain aneurysm over a decade ago, he's told to expect a life of physical decline.

I hate the circumstances of life.

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[Sami]

*hugs*
I'm sorry to hear the news.
Much love, more hugs.