The greatest living American Playwright and double Pulitzer Prize winning author August Wilson is dying.
August Wilson told the world Friday he has inoperable liver cancer.
He found out in June he was terminal. Doctors say he might live until October.
August isn’t dying lonely or alone.
He is leaving us by cursing that good night with pen in hand and parchment on his lap as he places the final touches on Radio Golf, the last play of his life.
What must it be like for August Wilson to know his ending while writing his future?