RIP
With tears in my eyes, I write this as it REALLY saddens me.
I am kicking myself now for not calling him more often
as we talked fairly frequently since his diagnosis.
Thinking back now, it was unusual for so much time to pass
between conversations . . . it should have told me
(always in retrospect) that perhaps he was nearing the
end and he probably knew it, but that is pure speculation
on my part.
Don’t think we talked since Xmas, which really pisses me
off now. He knew it was just a matter of time unless a
miracle cure came his way, which was doubtful. He really
was doing the best he could with the time he had remaining.
I believe that. He continued training through his chemo,
through his good and bad days. Just wow.
We had many heart-to-heart talks and many laughs along
the way. I feel proud to have known him and to have been
small part of his life. I will miss him and will always wish
I had called sooner and more often. That is my reoccurring
wish, that, and full recovery.
He was one tough chap. I seriously doubt I would have handled
things as courageously as he did. A true warrior.
My heartfelt condolences goes out to his family and friends.
While all life is truly precious, his seemed especially so.
Yes, again, I miss him.