Leroy Sievers died on Friday, 53 years young. He had a blog called “My Cancer” on the NPR website that was a daily read for me.
I noted not that long ago that his cancer took a grave turn for the worst. After my dad got the “terminal” news from the doctor, he was gone in a month. Sievers died about two months after blogging that the cancer had “exploded” in him.
Interesting things, these blogs. For so long they’ve been a symbol of the new generation gap, the battle for expression between old and new. Or young and fuddy-duddy. Sievers was an old-school journalist but certainly adapted to the format and tapped into something much bigger than himself.
And I suppose, in a lesser way, that’s why I type these small notes every now and then, press the “save” button and see if it makes a ripple in the world out there. We’re all in this mess together — why not make something of it?