An illness overtook him. It was horrible, slowly taking his body and mind. No one had seen anything like it, it was like his body was attacking itself. Every treatment attempt failed, it was like his illness was thinking. We treated one part of him, another area suddenly started declining. It made no sense. And no matter what we did, he kept getting worse. He didn't know his own name, he attacked everyone nearby, and nothing could soothe him or offer him comfort.
When he died, he was a ghost of himself. Just barely responding, he needed constant care. And his heart finally gave out, after years of illness.
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Date: 2019-02-17 04:58 am (UTC)When he died, he was a ghost of himself. Just barely responding, he needed constant care. And his heart finally gave out, after years of illness.
I miss him.