Picture by sergio_serrano, from Flickr
He spent the last months, so they say, trying to make his friends comfortable with the fact that he had a terrible illness and he was going to die, slowly; it's quite possible that he waited for this peacefully, with neither impatience nor resignation. Many say that he's now making God laugh His ass off. I don't know what he believed, and I don't see any logic in assuming there's a God who can just matter-of-factly give a man ALS, and then grant him that his funeral ends on a sunny, radiant Friend's Day, surrounded by hundreds who loved him. Maybe that (a warm winter morning with friends) is as close as we can come to define something as "God".
Great post, Pablo, and an excellent weblog.
ReplyDeleteYour English is excellent, have you lived somewhere else in the past?
Regards from Waterloo, Ontario
--Gabriel
Thanks. I've never even moved from my first home. This blog helps me practise.
ReplyDeleteMuy buena la foto del monumento.
ReplyDeleteAndrea
Maryland
Como ves cada tanto sigo leyendo tu blog :)