Stupid Cancer

I just sent a text to a dear friend. Her immediate response was that one of her nephews was receiving his last rites.

A few days ago, she told me that his cancer had returned and had spread to his brain stem.

He's 21 years old. 

A college senior.

And he's been read his last rites.

Let me just let that sink in.

In just a short while, 

He'll enjoy no more ice cream.

No more pizza.

No more hugs.

No more kisses.

No more laughing.

DAMN!

What I am happy about is that he has a family who loves him dearly.

And he KNEW it!

And that makes all the difference.

Death is mandatory for all the living.

But what isn't mandatory is being loved while alive. 

But GRIFFIN can go to Glory knowing he was immeasurably loved while alive.

May his happy soul eventually rest in eternal peace.

And may those who love him forever cherish the great memories of having him for the short while they did.

And may we as a society one day soon rid ourselves of...

Stupid cancer!