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I found out this afternoon that a friend of over 30 years, crossed the river, last night. I met Garry not long after I moved here, in the late 80s. We had things in common. Reading, photography, guns (He didn't own any, but had had an extensive collection prior to a divorce on the early 80s).At any rate we became friends. Over the years we spent time together and made a few road trips. We did favors for each other and took each other to the Dr. when it was what one of us needed. He was almost all you could ask for in a friend and ONE big thing extra: He put up with me! I am not the easiest person to be friends with!
A little over a year ago he started to have problems urinating (as many of us do later in life). He was in his late 60s.Went to a specialist to get tuned up but things didn't go as well as hoped and ended up at another doctor and eventually with the word that he had prostate cancer. He chose to go the Chemo route. So for the last year I (and his sister) have been taking him to treatments and other Dr. appointments. Things were looking OK until about 6 weeks or so and then things started South. Last week (on Wed.) his Dr. gave him the word. 3 or 4 months. Set him up on a hospice plan and sent him home. That night we talked and started to make a few plans. He was feeling upbeat and while not cheerful, in a good mood. On Thur. night he was not feeling well. On Sat. I could tell he was fading. No answer on Sat. or Sunday. Today I called and his BIL answered and told me of his passing between midnight and 3 am last night.
Garry and I had similar feeling on life and death. None of us are getting out of here alive. And death is not the end but just the start of the next part of the journey. So, for the most part, I am happy that my friend is not hurting anymore and his started the next part of the adventure. On the other hand, I have lost my friend, and I don't have any to spare.
Sorry for the long sad story but I needed to get some of the grief out so I can start to move on. Thanks
A little over a year ago he started to have problems urinating (as many of us do later in life). He was in his late 60s.Went to a specialist to get tuned up but things didn't go as well as hoped and ended up at another doctor and eventually with the word that he had prostate cancer. He chose to go the Chemo route. So for the last year I (and his sister) have been taking him to treatments and other Dr. appointments. Things were looking OK until about 6 weeks or so and then things started South. Last week (on Wed.) his Dr. gave him the word. 3 or 4 months. Set him up on a hospice plan and sent him home. That night we talked and started to make a few plans. He was feeling upbeat and while not cheerful, in a good mood. On Thur. night he was not feeling well. On Sat. I could tell he was fading. No answer on Sat. or Sunday. Today I called and his BIL answered and told me of his passing between midnight and 3 am last night.
Garry and I had similar feeling on life and death. None of us are getting out of here alive. And death is not the end but just the start of the next part of the journey. So, for the most part, I am happy that my friend is not hurting anymore and his started the next part of the adventure. On the other hand, I have lost my friend, and I don't have any to spare.
Sorry for the long sad story but I needed to get some of the grief out so I can start to move on. Thanks