At the end of his life, Whitey Ford's Alzheimer's stripped him of the memory. The veteran baseball writer Steve Wulf once wrote an essay about him for a book about New York baseball. Later at a party, Wulf met Eddie Ford, who started showing him pictures of Whitey reading the chapter Wulf had written. Whitey Ford woke up every day confused and not himself, and he'd take that book and read about his own life with wonder and awe.
the hands that hold the heavens, are the hands that hold me
though my life is but a breath here, you give me the air to breathe
i stand in silence, i bow in fear
of the God who's far beyond me
and the God right here
-- caroline cobb, "far beyond me"
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