My father turns 82 this year if he makes it to July 31. He probably won’t. He’s got Cancerous tumors in his lungs, on his Hip joints and in his rear end. He is deteriorating quickly. He does not plan on treating it, just making himself comfortable and medicating pain.
I’ll write more on this later, including some kind of tribute to his life.
My mother died from Cancer 2 years ago. It seems to soon for him to go now.
The juxtaposition of Vincent’s new life and my Father’s ending is profound, beautiful and sad.