“What? He’s too young to have a stroke? What the FUCK?!?”
Ummm… just because i’ll always see him as that long-haired, deep-thinking hippie boy with the irresistible impish grin, doesn’t mean he’s too young for a stroke. He’s 48. And at the moment, he’s still in neuro-ICU, unable to speak, with complete right side paralysis.
Although he and i hadn’t seen each other in decades, i stumbled upon his twin sister via facebook last January. She’d been my best friend through 7th-8th grade (and NOT just because i had a crush on her brother), but we’d followed rather different paths and lost touch.
After a few conversations with him, on a whim i hopped a plane out of town for a terrific weekend last summer. One of those people in your life. Our connection wasn’t based on the past — shit, we were 12 years old when we’d last had a conversation — but the connection was a good one.
Prognosis? Who knows. He’s overcome much worse during those 48 years, so my money is on him. His twin is at his bedside. He has an extensive network of close friends in town. There’s nothing to be done…
As if we all need another reminder, don’t put it off. Whatever it is. Don’t fucking wait til next week, next month, next year.
Get on it.