elix Gatt couldn’t speak. He could hardly move. But he opened his eyes in that hospital bed, turned his head and saw the legend sitting there, the same man he’d chased down in the hallway after a Detroit Red Wings game at Olympia Stadium six decades earlier. Gordie Howe had smiled at Gatt back then, just as he smiled at him now. Howe sat in that chair for hours, watching over Gatt after he suffered a severe stroke that pushed him to the edge of death. Doctors and nurses peeked into the room, whispering that, yes, it was true—Mr. Hockey was really in their hospital. But he wasn’t there to sign autographs or pose for pictures. Not this time, though he certainly didn’t turn them away. Howe was there because the fan who had become his closest friend was lying in a hospital bed with his life hanging in the balance.
Originally Posted by Hockey Guy
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