Damn, Spud, thanks for the link to the Ebert article.
Yer ever so welcome.
This man can _evoke_.
Very true.
I love the last line: "You don't realize it, but we're at dinner right now."
That whole last paragraph just slays.
So that's what's sad about not eating. The loss of dining, not the loss of food. It may be personal, but for, unless I'm alone, it doesn't involve dinner if it doesn't involve talking. The food and drink I can do without easily. The jokes, gossip, laughs, arguments and shared memories I miss. Sentences beginning with the words, "Remember that time?" I ran in crowds where anyone was likely to break out in a poetry recitation at any time. Me too. But not me anymore. So yes, it's sad. Maybe that's why I enjoy this blog. You don't realize it, but we're at dinner right now.
Spud actually got a chance to talk with Mr Ebert years ago when he was in Vancouver to attend a film fest.
He was allowed to make a personal selection that was screened as part of the fest. He attended the screening (Executioner''s Song) and gave generous amounts of his time and attention to the film buffs who remained after the film to ask questions.
He was gracious, well spoken, well-informed, bright, passionate about film and just generally a real pleasure to be around.
Seeing him waste away here is sad.
Watching him not let his condition get him down is kinda uplifting.
A setting sun.
Be Well.