Okay, I am rarely moved to tears. This one got me. What a fantastic piece, and it’s a very sad story — bittersweet and poignant. You’ve got a three-year old with a terminal illness and a bunch of hockey players. It proves some athletes can do good things for good people in unfortunate circumstances. A small excerpt follows, but read the whole article.
OTTAWA — In the end, it was a hockey game Elgin-Alexander Fraser was not going to miss. The three-year-old spent his last hours at home, nestled between family and friends on a mattress on the living-room floor in front of the television watching the Ottawa Senators reach the Stanley Cup finals.
His right lung had collapsed, and he breathed loudly, wheezing. When it became too hard to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open, because of the morphine, his family whispered the play-by-plays to him.
“Go if you want to go now bud,” said his father, Hamish Fraser to his wee son, who weighed just over 30 pounds. “You don’t have to hang on.”
But that night, Elgin saw the Senators win. Two hours later, as his mother and father tightly held his hands and told him they loved him, he softly closed his eyes.