Our son Michael lost the battle he has been fighting for the 23 years since he was diagnosed with DMD. he died peacefully in his bed while watching TV and playing on his computer, he was having a good day and never mentioned any discomfort. He was always the optimist, he was telling the nurse earlier in the day what he was going to do when he could get out of his chair, he loved old cars and Speed channel was his favorite. I am grateful that we never let his disease slow us down from doing things or going places. He loved car shows. He lost his battle but we are still fighting for my younger son Matthew who is 23. We were blessed to have him as long as we did, he touched many people and made friends where ever we went. We have had many battles along the way, many that did not seem to help, but in the end I think they helped him to stay with us longer. God Bless all that are still fighting, we will win!