I was a good friend of Sean Armstrong, the young man cited in “Crash Course” [Aug. 27, City Weekly]. Thank you for the article.
Armstrong’s death was so tragic. It struck me hard—not just because he was such an amazing person, poet, brother, son and friend, but also because his death seemed so random. I went to see him in the intensive-care ward, and let me tell you, he was already gone.
I grieve for his mother who had to make the hard decison for Armstrong (becasue he could not) to pull the plug. Maybe you didn’t get the details of his spill, but when his head hit the concrete, he initially seemed OK. Then the seizures started in four parts of his brain—after that, he never had a chance.
So, I say to all the skaters and bicyclists, wear helmets—yeah, it’s so cool looking to not wear one, but just one spill and it could be all over. If it’s not all over, then you may spend your life as a human vegetable. That is something Armstrong would have never wanted. He would not have wanted it because he would not want to be a burden to his mother and many, many others who loved him so. Sean, we miss you.
Salt Lake City