Who did this?
I never had the opportunity to meet my grandfather, Harlow Lynch. Grandpa Lynch never saw his sons grow into the men that he had shown them to be. He never saw all of them become husbands, and fathers and eventually grandpas themselves. Grandpa Lynch’s experience of the years of love from a daughter was only short lived. Small treasures all fathers are suppose to be entitled to.
He left his wife a widow, my grandma, a widow for the rest of her life. She didn’t have the support and love that a wife and mother need to raise three boys, and one daughter. She was not given the chance of growing old with her husband; sharing her life with a man she waited so long for.
Who did this? It was a murder. Grandpa’s death should have been recorded as a homicide.
My mother’s life was cut way to short. She was not allowed to see her children grow into adults. She never was able to watch her grandchildren grow, graduate high school, marry and have her grandchildren.
My mother was not here when I needed her the most. I needed advice, love and her shoulder to cry on when my life was a wreck during my divorce.
I know Hunter, my grandson, would have loved her crazy, silly and loving sense of humor. She would have adored him, too.
Who took my mother’s life? It was heartless assassin. My mother’s death should have also been called a homicide.
I had two uncles who where also taken from me. They also missed watching their children grow up and being able to support and teach them. They missed the births, the birthdays, the smiles and hugs that all fathers and grandfathers deserve. Both of their families had to learn to live without them. Their families missed their support, their advice and their love.
Who took these uncles, these brothers, these sons, father and grandfathers at the prime of their lives? It was a cold blooded killer. Both of my uncle’s deaths were also a homicide.
Now, my only sister, who I love so much, is facing the same assassin, the same cold blooded murder. I can’t do anything to protect her. She has done nothing wrong. She does not deserve this. All she wants to do is grow old with her husband and go to weddings, and birthday parties for her children. She wants to hug and kiss and spoil her grandchildren. This is nothing more than any sister, wife, mother and grandmother wants. She just wishes to live a long and normal and healthy life.
Her life may also be cut short. Who is taking all of this from her? This life stealing monster has his hands on her and he is trying to take her away from me.
Who is this that has taken so much from me? Who is this that also could be hunting me down? Who wants to take me away from my family before it is time? Who wants to cause me years of suffering; to slowly kill me?
This assassin, this cold blooded murdered, this life destroyer, walks around carefree. It laughs in our faces. It continues to take lives. But, not in a quick and swift way; it is a slow killer. This killer makes the victims suffer for many years. It leaves nothing behind but death, broken lives and tears. It is so close we can almost catch it. Yet, it can’t be stopped.
Who is this? We all know its name. A lot of us have felt its destruction. It is known as Huntington’s disease. It must be stopped. We must find a cure or at least a treatment for our families, for us, for our children.
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