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Bad friends...

I try to keep an open mind and understand how people deal with a disease like ALS.  It can be difficult and intimidating to see someone close to you suffer. However, understanding is not one of my strong suits. I try but don’t normally succeed.
My dad loves people, loved to help people, loved to spend time with people, ect ect.
He had the same routine, one that I have inherited, that every Friday he would go have some drinks with friends. Typically the same friend and his wife, every Friday, for as long as I can remember, decades of Friday drinking.  So when my dad got sick, that couples absence from his life (no visits, no calls, no check-ins with my mom) was very noticeable.  And was devastating for my dad.
My dad worked in a warehouse for a large portion of his adult life. Helped people he worked with move, set up their entertainment systems, met at breweries for drinks. Again, not one phone call, not one visit. More devastation.

My parents were friends with people they had worked with, camped with, spent time with for decades and barely anyone even called to check on things. Maybe some didn’t know, but when it is being posted on Facebook, that’s not really an excuse. How heartbreaking that must be for my dad. Thinking all of these people were his friends, when obviously they are either too self absorbed or just don’t care.


ALS sucks by the way. 

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