Dear Paula,

When my brother was diagnosed with the most rapid acting ALS, he begged me to find a pill, a cure, a study to be part of. When it became clear that nothing would help, he turned his attention to crafting the way he would live the rest of his life and how he would die. Social workers and others decided that his choices did not reflect their version of "death with dignity" despite his repeated statements of what he wanted: to be found sitting in his recliner in front of his TV watching golf. He died on Easter Sunday, two days before he was to be moved, relaxed in his recliner with the Master's Tournament on the YV. His way.

I honor your way, eloquent, surrounded by cyber as well as physical friends, making a difference. Bless you.