Grab tissues.

We received this text this morning:

“Hi. I’m well, dealing with a lot right now. I’m in Vancouver awaiting my machines listening to you guys. [I’m] originally from Edmonton. I am awaiting for my respirator to be turned off I have due to a glioblastoma in my brain. I’m listening to you to help me cope and not feel so alone during this time. My friends and family couldn’t be here so their on video with me.1 hour 52 mins before they do. Less than 2 hours and I’ll be left to pass over. But I just wanted you guys to know that you rock. Love 91.7”

We began to text back and fourth with Chris, the sender of the message, and he eventually requested to come on air to pass a message along to his best friend Milly.

So Milly, if you somehow see this, please know Chris says “1 4 3″… He says you’ll know what it means.

Here is the audio from when we had him on air for a bit.

He also wrote this poem:

The Truth.

As I wait to pierce the mystic veil, my eyes betray me as to what is real.
Visitors come to give me a glance, as to whats across that great expanse.
I fear not the end but the transition, from this life to what lays beyond,
a journey of wonderment and terror, a young life soon to be gone.

Friends long since passed, mouths binded from telling truths,
Sad eyes reveal that its coming soon, aboard that ship, I must travel.
The ferryman awaits my arrival.
Everyday I wake seems surreal, mistakes revealed, the future i’ll never create.

Love surrounds me, questioned by my fate, selfishness abounds, a battle to be in my life,
the one to be by my side as I take one last breath, and say good night.
As they try to justify their own dreams and losses, measured by the kindness shown to me in my plight.
Am I just a reason for them not to face their own strife.

I try to find comfort in others sadness, try to make sense of what’s happening, 
I try to be a man worth knowing, loving, remembered.
But my fear overtakes all lucid thinking, I drive them away because I think that’s what their asking.
Blinded by lies of a world unknown, crying, pleading, for them to help me, but I give no voice to my call.
I allow my demons, the darkness to overcome me, i give in to guilty pleasures of pity, to a life so petty.

And as i lay here upon my bed of denial, as death whispers promises of peace, with no trial,
I wonder why i’m alone, why love is gone and I face betrayal,
and then I realize while i’m being led down that last ethreal mile,
all I had to do was Smile!

Chris. Thank you for having the courage to share this with us. You are so strong, and you are so loved.

-The Pepper & Dylan Show