A few weeks ago I posted that a very good friend of mine from childhood was diagnoised with terminal colon cancer.
We were very close growing up in the dubdum, and we were in each others wedding party. Our kids reffered to each of us as uncle and his kids look towards my parents as their grandparents.
We drifted apart after I left the lie, but we managed to stay in touch infrequently even if only to keep updated on the kids or other family members.
Fortunately for me, I was able to spent a lot of time with him while he was in the hospital and hospice, and we reconnected as friends almost like the old days. On May 19th, although it was the day before my family vacation and I had a lot of running around to do, Me and my wife went to see him. We only stayed a short time, but I knew it wass the last time I would see him alive.
He died the next day at 6:00 AM. He was only 47.
What troubles me almost as much as his life being cut short, is that here was a guy who was very smart, as is his wife, has smart and beautiful children, but he never reach his potential academically or in his career. It is also obvious that his family is not prepared financialyl to deal with his death.
Today I am meeting with his son to help him get prepared for his dad's funeral, but I know that his friends (and I mean his friends who are ex dubs) need to help his family financially, at least for a while.
This is just another tragic story from dubland.
Thanks for listening, I just needed to vent.
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