It's for a good cause. My grandma had the disease. I was always very close to her. She was a woman who was so kind and giving, nurturing and selfless, putting people- especially her family- before her.
When she was admitted into a care home facility, I visited her often. She must have had ALS for a while before I noticed her body losing its functions. Her muscles started to weaken and she no longer grasp anything in her hands, walk as she so loved to do or feed herself. She had to be lifted by nurses to move her from her bed to her wheelchair. I remember wheeling her to the common room and talking to her. By then, she had lost her speech and could mumble and blink her eyes. The look she gave me broke my heart as she knew I was crushed, seeing her in the state she was in. I was saddened to not hear the voice that used to tell me she loved me and the many conversations I had growing up. I spoke to her as though she could answer me and tried to keep a smile as best as I could. My grandpa asked for me to feed her. I'll never forget that feeling of doing something for her that was so personal. She depended on me. My grandma fed me as a baby and now I was raising a spoon to her mouth, talking to her as if we were having a conversation over a cup of tea. Her eyes were loving, staring at me with every bite she took and I wondered what she was thinking and what she wanted to say to me. She passed away sixteen years ago. I will forever remember her warmth and love she gave so freely.
For those of you who have taken the ALS ice bucket challenge, thank you! It's a horrible disease and worst when it's struck by someone you love. I hope this challenge raises enough money to find a cure.