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THE PRINCE OF THE MP IS MORE

Marc Bergeron died in the arms of the River Sainte-Anne

near Sainte-Christine D'Auvergne, Quebec

My brother is dead this morning
nothing him back.
But I wanted someone to know,
someone demonstrates the hell he experienced,
because if, in itself, it's hard to have the disease then,
really, yes, really
with silence around complications its treatments ,
Parkinson's disease, it becomes terrifying.

I repeat, in memory of Mark, the words of the brother of Jean-Denis
death in July 2006, at the same age as Mark, in his forties,
for the same reasons in the same hell.


Marc Petit Prince was the PD,
all who knew him well called him with respect, was a fighter.

And among his friends, who knew the "River of PD" - on his site, read HERE -

He said there are some months:
"Now look what" they "made me, I'm the waste."

Mark had nothing to lose, hell psychological complications

dopamine agonists had wiped out all life and it was too heavy.
He died in arm that he has always made the love he felt for her,
who saw clearly and knew who he was and he was always the same, its River.

Marc hoped that together we create a site testimonials francophone

for the truth to be done and that any risk due to these problems continues, finally. read here

He was terribly injured in what was most fundamental in him

his honor as a man, before all that he wanted to be the father to his children.

Despite his knowledge the issue, he felt an irrational but all-consuming shame,

for not being strong enough to resist the addictive and compulsive disorders secondary to dopamine agonists

, reality and its consequences had morally broken.

Marc did not die of Parkinson's disease, but the blindness of men

and more of their total lack of humanity ....

I thank the person who tells me to his children he loved so much,
to Princess Sophie, his daughter and Prince Philip his son,
that Ze Anne Tinker, who came to see a summer in Montreal, their promises, they swear:
Your father was a true king, above all, never doubt it.

I embrace them dearly, and their mother, Rachel,

she can one day understand this intolerable mess, despite
and live ... the unacceptable .........

Goodbye, Mark, bye little brother,
you dance already light again
up there with Denis Rocheleau

and all our friends, "butterflies" already soared.

To God

Anne

"it was blue, the sky, and big, hope!
Hope has fled, defeated toward the black sky. "
Verlaine