Those two years are the years I'll never forget. I'll always
remember you for your love, strikingly tall and always on the move,
you were the first to offer that easy smile we all knew and love. I
don't know why but for some reason you had a soft spot for me, even
when I messed up, bent your glasses, ate your whipcream off your
latte or just plain made a mistake you always had a hug and smile
and would say "she's just a kid". Those long legs of yours never
stopped going and you were one of the few people I knew that took
pride in how well you kept your body and mind. That disease, that
god-awful horrible disease made the tallest man I ever knew, the
strongest man I even knew, stumble and fall.
AlS is a cruel disease, one that leaves the person lucid enough
inside their mind to watch their body slowly decay. As the disease
progresses even the easiest tasks, those we all take for granted
become impossible to complete on your own. Those who have it go
into the disease knowing this is one thing, no matter how tough
they may be, that this is one battle impossible to win. Two years,
two long cruel years, my dad watched his best friend, I watched my
godfather, and my godmother watched her husband die.
Too young to know what death was I couldn't fully appreciate at the
time that it was a blessing for you to finally be released,
released from that awful prison your body had become. Though your
no longer here today I cherish the time I had with you and mourn
for the time we lost with you. A great man, in my young eyes and
eyes today Brian Drewel you will never be forgotten.
Rest in peace,
Your loving goddaugther