The month of May means graduations for Joe's friends from college. He would have done his slow saunter down the aisle with his cap and gown at UPenn. All he ever wanted was to graduate.
Joe pushed himself because he wanted to, because it was beyond his grasp and so many things in his life were slipping away. He did not have control so he created his own way of being in control. That is the way of illness, of facing death, knowing time is limited.
My dear Joe I know if things were different I would be at UPenn next weekend watching you walk at graduation.
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