Another Comrade Down

My mom called me last night. She knew it would be hard news to hear. “Mr. Schilling died today,” she said. Mr. Schilling, the beloved math teacher of my high school days; Mr. Schilling, the father of a good friend and classmate, David; Mr. Schilling, who battled Parkinson’s died yesterday. My heart is broken and a bolt of fear runs through me, and I cry. Mr. Schilling, I will always remember your humor. Mr. Schilling, I thank you for your patience with this girl who loves words and not math. Mr Schilling, fellow comrade in the battle against Parkinson’s, I will wipe my eyes, put on my gloves and keep fighting this disease. It may win the battle, but we will win the war! Rest In Peace, Mr. Schilling. You were loved.

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Author: parkinsons95

I used to be a stay in the lines, go with the flow, don't make waves kind of person. I have changed. Parkinson's is one of the many cards dealt to one in life that can shift the mind set. I am now a find the line and push beyond it, swim against the flow, and waves? I will splash and make as much joyful noise as I can, while I can, fearlessly. Brave.

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