It was just a week before he had passed. At this point he could barely speak a word. We would find new methods to communicate and express ourselves. He was quickly losing the ability to move his arms already having lost the ability to move his legs and feet. We still managed to make it out for our sunsets and one evening we made a point to go to little Italy. We stopped by a little art shop and bought a paint kit and Dev and I painted dragons together the entire evening. It seemed as though it soothed him. I would place the paint brush in his hand and he would grip it as tight as he could. As we painted he would fade fast to sleep, but would awake at the moment the brush fell from his grasp. He was SO determined to keep trying. Even when his body had no more to give, his spirit gave EVERYTHING. He didnt lose his battle to cancer. This is a poor misconception we have. You only lose the fight when you give up. That was never an option in Devans mind.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 09:31:05 +0000
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