Someone I cared about very much passed away earlier this week only three months after diagnosis. Always a sliver of hope because there has to be, however, at the time he told me the news, I knew. Did not want to know but I knew.
When his son contacted me on Wednesday to give me this sad news, the tears began to fall. No longer will there be any exchange of our interesting and fun conversations. No more hello, how are you today. He was a person who genuinely cared about me and me for him. There are not many of those in my life.
I will miss him and my heart is heavy.