My arms may be less powerful than when I proudly wore #22, but I’ll still feel the greeting of your hand on my shoulder if we meet some day.
I’m still the same.
Determined. Humble. Positive.
“It did us a world of good to laugh together. And to cry sometimes, too. Then our partners went, one after the other. But we girls still continued to see each other. The ice had been broken; we could tell each other anything. It was four years ago this week that my partner, Michel, left us. But these beautiful friendships help me keep his memory alive.”
Guy, an IT Specialist diagnosed three years ago with a form of ALS which affects one’s voice first, has never let the disease stop him from communicating with his network. But all that was being threatened. Guy’s disease had progressed, and his computer equipment was no longer adequate.