We love you always, Malcolm Young
Like anyone who allows themselves to age naturally, Malcolm's face became wizened by time. He was a tiny person. However, he never looked frail until recently, and he always looked alert, as if he was taking everything in and processing it, figuring out what came next at all times. In recent photos, that look was gone, as if he was struggling just to get along. It's heartbreaking.
Dementia sucks. It sucks. And then it sucks some more. It robs its victims of their minds, of the light in their eyes, of their ability to recognize even those they loved the most. It robs those who love the sufferer of his or her ability to give the gift of themselves.
Fuck you, dementia in all its forms. Just fuck you.
I wish I had something more intelligent to say. Unfortunately, that is how helpless such a condition leaves everyone it touches.
~DJ Blooming Psycho~
2 comments:
You said it, Bloomy.
He always did look so alert to everything. He was a very intelligent man, he just never played it up. That the light of awareness has gone out of those beautiful eyes just kills me.
I'm quite sure that Malcolm was never aware of his physical appeal. No, he would never have made the cover of GQ, but he really was handsome. He was always on my list of "would do if he wasn't married." Of course part of his appeal was the fact that he was monogamous in an industry that tends to throw easy sex in people's faces.
What matters most, of course, is that he was always fundamentally decent. Such a loss, not only to the music world but to the world as a whole.
Sweet baby. Part of me stupidly wishes that a big hug could save him, because I always thought he looked like he could use one. This makes me so sad.
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