24 May '14 21:53>
Since 2005, I played basketball with him at a local gym upwards of three times a week.
Casually hung out at get-togethers: birthdays, assorted celebrations, occasional funerals, etc.
He was my age, 50, had two less kids, two boys and two girls, all around the same age.
Pancreatic cancer, diagnosed May 2013.
Last time I saw him, disease had withered him, aged him to a frail shell; thought he was someone's great-uncle.
He wasn't good at basketball, but he had timing.
He watched people's patterns and anticipated their moves which led to steals and rebounds: he helped his team.
Before his certain demise, he was in just as good of shape as me, for intents vital and full of vigor.
Wasted.
This isn't my swan song.
I'm bitter enough to last another fifty years, easy.
But I don't want a single one of you who passes this way to not hear this message, despite my barbs otherwise.
Your debt has been paid.
Accept the gift; live.
Casually hung out at get-togethers: birthdays, assorted celebrations, occasional funerals, etc.
He was my age, 50, had two less kids, two boys and two girls, all around the same age.
Pancreatic cancer, diagnosed May 2013.
Last time I saw him, disease had withered him, aged him to a frail shell; thought he was someone's great-uncle.
He wasn't good at basketball, but he had timing.
He watched people's patterns and anticipated their moves which led to steals and rebounds: he helped his team.
Before his certain demise, he was in just as good of shape as me, for intents vital and full of vigor.
Wasted.
This isn't my swan song.
I'm bitter enough to last another fifty years, easy.
But I don't want a single one of you who passes this way to not hear this message, despite my barbs otherwise.
Your debt has been paid.
Accept the gift; live.