My elementary school classmate texted me tonight to let me know that his father passed away in his sleep last night. Before his father passed away, I did go visit one night about a week prior. His face was all skin and bones and his complexion did not look good. He could say things but he barely had any energy to talk. I texted my classmate back and told him what kind of person his father was and that I'm glad to have met him, even for a brief moment. I think his dad had already been thinking about his own death during the month lying there, no longer doing chemotherapy and having only part of the cancer treated.