Tough to communicate how I'm feeling. He's 66 years old, and has been diagnosed with Lou Gehrigs disease. He's always been my biggest hero. He always had time to take my brother and I fishing, hunting, mushroom hunting, etc... He's the smartest guy I know. The guy always took care of his body, and urged all of us to do the same. And now his will be letting him down. I've watched him shrink from 175lbs to about 135lbs over the last year. They've ran a plethora of test's, and are almost certain it's ALS. For awhile I've been pissed at the world and all the fairness. But visiting him the other night got me straightened out. Dad pointed out he's fortunate to be here as long as he is. He was born a triplett, with the other 2 baby boys dead at birth. He only found this out a few years ago when he had to get a birth certificate to travel to Canada. He and his siblings had heard Grandma had twin boys die at birth, but they never knew the whole story. Then when he was 19, he was drafted into the Vietnam War. On February 29th, 1968, his whole damn platoon was blown apart. Dad took a mortar round to the abdomen and neck. He was flung on a chopper with other soldiers, mostly dead and dying ones (the stories he's told me are chilling). He was given care at a field hospital in DeNang and remembers personel basicall saying he wasnt gonna make it. Then after numerous surgies there, their hospital came under attack by VC. He has only 1 fully functional kidney, shrapnel still in his neck, and a clamp that holds his jugular in place (thats fun going through airport security, haha). He was told by Dr's that he'd never be able touse his left arm again, but within 2 years had full use of it. Then the crazy stories of near death experiences from being a crazy youth in the late 60's with fast cars and fast women. He has a few more test's to go either to confirm it, or debunk something else. I asked him if he felt up to sitting in a ground blind with me a short 50 yards from the road during gun season, but he thinks he's too weak. Probablywhat's worse for me is seeingall the fugging leeches of family member swarming around hoping to score on free shit. I chickened out the other night. I wanted to ask him if there's anything special he wanted done before or after with anything. IMO, he's fading pretty fast and I know I hafta have the conversation with him eventually. Maybe just wait and see if he initiates it. I guess my mind and fingers are racing covering some totally random stuff. Just trying to keep perspective. Thanks