Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Cancer

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.
“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”