May 25th, 2010

lies

How Do They Rise Up?

Were you there?

Today we wear the lilac in honor of the People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road ("Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!"), who held the barricades during a short-lived revolution, and of its creator, our own beloved Pterry, Sir Terry Pratchett, who is fighting a lonely battle against the slow destruction of his brain.

A similar disease killed my grandmother a few days ago -- or 15 years ago, depending how you define living. Right now it's killing [personal profile] gramina's mother in slow and dreadful stages. Someday it may devour my brain, but maybe we can find a way to stop it before then.

Don't forget those whose memories and minds are deserting them. The war against Alzheimers Disease is one worth fighting.

"We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything."